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a rare death. a year and a half old child smothering in the wallpaper burning in the bright lights wise to the curve of her frame and another's. a year and a half old teenager smoking disobedience in cold bedrooms aching fists with hearts beating in them bloodied kneecaps and discarded underthings. a year and a half old adult thighs that bled welcoming her into womanhood ringed fingers leading her through the commonplace gates yanking her by her wrists forward. a rare death. a child, a teenager, an adult, a starcrossed lover cursed with the blood of mother losing memories like they are guitar picks or socks or cherished toys. losing them because they are important or needed or wanted losing them because growing up is a loss losing them because loss means you're no longer a loser... losing them because the memory is too dear to hold onto. a rare death of a very commonplace life guided through a very commonplace gate by a very commonplace boy who bestowed upon her graciously her un- virginity.
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
a living commonplace
a rare death. a year and a half old child smothering in the wallpaper burning in the bright lights wise to the curve of her frame and another's. a year and a half old teenager smoking disobedience in cold bedrooms aching fists with hearts beating in them bloodied kneecaps and discarded underthings. a year and a half old adult thighs that bled welcoming her into womanhood ringed fingers leading her through the commonplace gates yanking her by her wrists forward. a rare death. a child, a teenager, an adult, a starcrossed lover cursed with the blood of mother losing memories like they are guitar picks or socks or cherished toys. losing them because they are important or needed or wanted losing them because growing up is a loss losing them because loss means you're no longer a loser... losing them because the memory is too dear to hold onto. a rare death of a very commonplace life guided through a very commonplace gate by a very commonplace boy who bestowed upon her graciously her un- virginity.
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Redshift
F/American
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
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