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All I wanted was a cigarette. We weren't allowed to smoke. He knew where to go. We swept sidewalks together. Raked sand together. Talked about life together. His window was across from mine. I think he saw me changing once. Maybe more than once. He was getting dishonorably discharged. I didn't think he was a good man. I didn't think he was a bad one, either. It had been two weeks since I landed in Monterey. I only wanted a cigarette. He knew where to go. I bought the Southern Comfort and bottom shelf gin. He carried them with him to his room. I didn't think anything of it. We raked sand together. We ate lunch together. We watched movies together. We sat on a makeshift bench by the ditch by the installation fence. We drank and smoked and laughed. I taught him Farsi and he taught me Russian. Russian for "hello" and "goodbye." Russian for "This is allowed." Russian for "This is not allowed." I think he saw me changing once. He tried to kiss me on the cheek. I told him no, my boyfriend wouldn't like that very much. We smoked some more. We drank some more. We laughed some more. It was 2130. I had to be in my room by 2200. He said not to worry, I'd be back in time. I insisted and tried to leave. I fell to the ground. He didn't help me up. I only wanted a cigarette. He kissed me on the mouth. I did not kiss him back. I was immobile. Paralyzed. Drugged? He kissed me again. And again. And again. I did not kiss him back. I had a boyfriend. All I wanted was to smoke and drink and laugh. He grabbed me by the ankles. Pulled me over the ditch behind the army barracks by the installation fence. I could hear soldiers coming back to their rooms. I was paralyzed. I always thought I would fight. Fend him off with car keys stuffed between my fingers. I looked up at the tree branches above me, my watch said 2147. That was the last time I prayed to God. There were leaves in my hair and dirt on my arms. There was something less than a man between my legs. It looked at me with hate in its eyes. We swept sidewalks together. God kicked back and swigged a PBR      while I was ***** behind the army barracks,      over the ditch by the installation fence. He helped me up. I couldn't stand on my own. How sweet. I vomited by a tree. I was disgusted with myself and him and God. I wanted to drown in Southern Comfort and bottom shelf gin. He walked me to my barracks building. How sweet. I made it to my room by 2200. All the girls watched me stumble down the hallway. I was so violently alone. Taps wailed outside the window. I left my hat by the bench by the ditch by the installation fence. He brought it to me the next morning. How sweet.
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 8:38 PM UTC
lilith
casuals
All I wanted was a cigarette. We weren't allowed to smoke. He knew where to go. We swept sidewalks together. Raked sand together. Talked about life together. His window was across from mine. I think he saw me changing once. Maybe more than once. He was getting dishonorably discharged. I didn't think he was a good man. I didn't think he was a bad one, either. It had been two weeks since I landed in Monterey. I only wanted a cigarette. He knew where to go. I bought the Southern Comfort and bottom shelf gin. He carried them with him to his room. I didn't think anything of it. We raked sand together. We ate lunch together. We watched movies together. We sat on a makeshift bench by the ditch by the installation fence. We drank and smoked and laughed. I taught him Farsi and he taught me Russian. Russian for "hello" and "goodbye." Russian for "This is allowed." Russian for "This is not allowed." I think he saw me changing once. He tried to kiss me on the cheek. I told him no, my boyfriend wouldn't like that very much. We smoked some more. We drank some more. We laughed some more. It was 2130. I had to be in my room by 2200. He said not to worry, I'd be back in time. I insisted and tried to leave. I fell to the ground. He didn't help me up. I only wanted a cigarette. He kissed me on the mouth. I did not kiss him back. I was immobile. Paralyzed. Drugged? He kissed me again. And again. And again. I did not kiss him back. I had a boyfriend. All I wanted was to smoke and drink and laugh. He grabbed me by the ankles. Pulled me over the ditch behind the army barracks by the installation fence. I could hear soldiers coming back to their rooms. I was paralyzed. I always thought I would fight. Fend him off with car keys stuffed between my fingers. I looked up at the tree branches above me, my watch said 2147. That was the last time I prayed to God. There were leaves in my hair and dirt on my arms. There was something less than a man between my legs. It looked at me with hate in its eyes. We swept sidewalks together. God kicked back and swigged a PBR      while I was ***** behind the army barracks,      over the ditch by the installation fence. He helped me up. I couldn't stand on my own. How sweet. I vomited by a tree. I was disgusted with myself and him and God. I wanted to drown in Southern Comfort and bottom shelf gin. He walked me to my barracks building. How sweet. I made it to my room by 2200. All the girls watched me stumble down the hallway. I was so violently alone. Taps wailed outside the window. I left my hat by the bench by the ditch by the installation fence. He brought it to me the next morning. How sweet.
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on a Saturday morning casuals to school on a street a vendor with a straw basket selling flowers two for five wrapped in a damp cloth dahlias in merlot and pink roses in yellow and red mother bargains two for three on silky braids pink dahlia perched like a microphone mother laughs at the grinning beauty.
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 10:29 AM UTC
keerthi-1
Dahlia
on a Saturday morning casuals to school on a street a vendor with a straw basket selling flowers two for five wrapped in a damp cloth dahlias in merlot and pink roses in yellow and red mother bargains two for three on silky braids pink dahlia perched like a microphone mother laughs at the grinning beauty.
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