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Mickey Mouse, 1

by @christine-eglantine

She dropped out today. Out of school, village housing, and our lives and Mickey Mouse sat on the edge of his bed, a controller in his gloved hands. They are swollen under there, a gangrenous trap of envy and greed and she saw those hands with the gloves off, and as they slid down her face I heard funeral bells from across campus because she's gone now and there are too any girls like her girls the school refused to help because god forbid they help if the rape rate on campus might go up and Don't call it is what it is, Christine There's nothing to be done, Kara Just take it easy, he was just playing around and we don't know what intentions she had with him anyway Well it's good for them. They don't have to deal with it anymore. She dropped out today. Out of school, village housing, the side of the world, the cracks of the law, the sound of clapping hands, grinning faces, the coffee house music hour, the soaked sheets at the edges of time and out of our lives
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Written by
christine-eglantine
American
Published
Nov 10, 2015
Time
2m
Notes

rough in need of editting

Tags
#sad#tw#culture#rape
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