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Our legs knotted together, hers to mine. Bare in her blue sheets, finger-painting her finger tips. I inhaled all I could. and then she kissed me for the first time after we tangled together. I tasked her love, burning, traveling down my throat. Right then I remembered when I was nine year old, holding the gun my father gave me. His eyes watching. I pointed its nose toward the mother doe and pulled. My heart beating heavily as it is now. Her raspberry wine lips, tasting like the pain of many men, still burning in my throat. Knowing if I stay my heart would burn too. I gathered my clothes from the ground. Looking back only once, leaving out the door. I held my mother’s hanging face eight years after I shot the gun my father gave me. I kissed her eyebrow and she told me, People are selfish. They take and they take until nothing is there and then they leave. In the morning I woke in my bed. Alone. Feeling hollow and sunken as the lying, dead doe. I exhaled everything out and tasted nothing.
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
Burning
Our legs knotted together, hers to mine. Bare in her blue sheets, finger-painting her finger tips. I inhaled all I could. and then she kissed me for the first time after we tangled together. I tasked her love, burning, traveling down my throat. Right then I remembered when I was nine year old, holding the gun my father gave me. His eyes watching. I pointed its nose toward the mother doe and pulled. My heart beating heavily as it is now. Her raspberry wine lips, tasting like the pain of many men, still burning in my throat. Knowing if I stay my heart would burn too. I gathered my clothes from the ground. Looking back only once, leaving out the door. I held my mother’s hanging face eight years after I shot the gun my father gave me. I kissed her eyebrow and she told me, People are selfish. They take and they take until nothing is there and then they leave. In the morning I woke in my bed. Alone. Feeling hollow and sunken as the lying, dead doe. I exhaled everything out and tasted nothing.
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
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