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May 2017
I want to feel like I've melted.
Not in the way that boils your bones or dissolves your tendons or that makes you ***** up your own organs as your skin bubbles, slowly disappearing while fat seeps upwards until what once looked like a body now looks like stiff, rigid crime scene photos,
No--Not in that way.

Imagine you are floating in a stream, the currents of the  crisp cold water running gently over your body and your fingertips brushing through the  overgrown grass. You continue floating, close your eyes and time slips away. The currents  continue washing over your body, making you finally feel clean again. Finally.

You open your eyes to find yourself still floating only now when you spread your fingers, they do not brush through the grass, they just cause ripples through the water, because now you are floating in vast amount of water and even if your fingertips could somehow reach miles away they would still are completely surrounded by water.

I knew you could make melt, but i hoped you wouldn't melt me the way you did.
Written by
Emma Haze  16
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     ---, Me Díaz, unnamed and NV
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