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There's a body in the trunk I tell the policeman and he steps back, hands up in the face of an invisible gun. I'm allergic to you I tell the boy, because acting crazy is the only way to make him leave. I love another I say to the man, creeping fingers insistent against soft skin. I ******* hate you I shout at strangers, wicked words are unwelcome and their desperation chokes. I've got chlamydia I tell another and he vanishes, it's my very best trick. I did not want this I said to drunken man, do not look at me, those starving eyes, you've already consumed me whole. There's a body in the trunk I whisper to the policeman but he does not see it as I see it, the empty cavern that yawns wide. He tells me lying is a sin, sternly pulls down whatever's left "be a good girl" he sings so sweetly but does not condemn what was theft.
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
ella-gwen
Day by day, they took it.
There's a body in the trunk I tell the policeman and he steps back, hands up in the face of an invisible gun. I'm allergic to you I tell the boy, because acting crazy is the only way to make him leave. I love another I say to the man, creeping fingers insistent against soft skin. I ******* hate you I shout at strangers, wicked words are unwelcome and their desperation chokes. I've got chlamydia I tell another and he vanishes, it's my very best trick. I did not want this I said to drunken man, do not look at me, those starving eyes, you've already consumed me whole. There's a body in the trunk I whisper to the policeman but he does not see it as I see it, the empty cavern that yawns wide. He tells me lying is a sin, sternly pulls down whatever's left "be a good girl" he sings so sweetly but does not condemn what was theft.
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