The first time I saw them,
She was drunk off of apple *****
Giggling hysterically in my face.
Her breath smelled like candied puke.
“They’re stylish.” She laughed
When I pointed them out.
“They’re the bling I can’t afford to buy.”
“Why?” I asked, running a finger
Over the ridges of skin.
“Because I’m broke, silly.”
She tittered, rocking back and forth.
I bit my lip, wondering about the
Friendship bracelet I’d given her
A year ago.
“Didn’t Nate give you a necklace for
Your birthday?” I whispered.
She made a face.
“I don’t want to die, Sam.”
I blinked in confusion.
“Why would you die?” I said.
She threw up on my sofa.
I didn’t bother asking again.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
The first time I saw them,
She was drunk off of apple *****
Giggling hysterically in my face.
Her breath smelled like candied puke.
“They’re stylish.” She laughed
When I pointed them out.
“They’re the bling I can’t afford to buy.”
“Why?” I asked, running a finger
Over the ridges of skin.
“Because I’m broke, silly.”
She tittered, rocking back and forth.
I bit my lip, wondering about the
Friendship bracelet I’d given her
A year ago.
“Didn’t Nate give you a necklace for
Your birthday?” I whispered.
She made a face.
“I don’t want to die, Sam.”
I blinked in confusion.
“Why would you die?” I said.
She threw up on my sofa.
I didn’t bother asking again.
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