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I can feel the evening sun, warm on my face, but the chill of the wind coaxes me to pull my coat tighter around me.
I can feel the evening sun, warm on my face, but the chill of the wind coaxes me to pull my coat tighter around me.
Bloated clouds float above the prison, obscuring the sun. I linger outside the narrow cell window, which is no more than a barred gap in
It’s been 6 months, 13 days and 4 hours since I last weighed myself. I hid the scales in a plastic bag under some books
I miss your coffee-covered breath, Early in the morning. It made me hungrier than death For a thrill without a warning. I miss your sweet
When Frances had to speak publicly, her legs shook. As a kid, she had grown faster up than she had out and she had felt
*synth beats* bright plastic blue screen green screen *auto-tune screams* chunky glasses tuned-in apathy *boy band* drive fast die young pretty corpse *twangy guitar*
While he sleeps I catalogue his body. When he is awake I keep my distance. While he dreams I touch and map in a
My first real breath of air smells of pine and woodsmoke. It comes to me on a cool breeze, mid-afternoon, a sunny day that
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