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Tired, I sat on the floor of the shower and let the water run until I could feel each individual drop hit the space between my shoulder blades like a bullet, trace the curve of my hunched spine, and dejectedly slink to the ground, where the drain waited hungrily, ready to swallow all I had to offer, be it water or blood.
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Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 12:43 AM UTC
Prayers Before Bedtime
Tired, I sat on the floor of the shower and let the water run until I could feel each individual drop hit the space between my shoulder blades like a bullet, trace the curve of my hunched spine, and dejectedly slink to the ground, where the drain waited hungrily, ready to swallow all I had to offer, be it water or blood.
zoe
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Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 12:43 AM UTC
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