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01.
She was drunk
on the universe of
their existence.
02.
He named freckles
on her thighs after
stars: Draconis,
Electra,
Andromedae.
03.
The darkness sank in,
thick and sweet as honey.
She opened her mouth
to lap up the moon.
She was drunk
on the universe of
their existence.
02.
He named freckles
on her thighs after
stars: Draconis,
Electra,
Andromedae.
03.
The darkness sank in,
thick and sweet as honey.
She opened her mouth
to lap up the moon.
Literature
002. --l o v e
love is nothing and we are
nobody, just adolescent trash. our blood alcohol content is half
a point higher than our gpa, but honestly that's not saying much.
touch your eyes and smile, we aren't anything. depression is
just a word they can slap onto us and claim they've found the
malfunction, they've found our quirk, but secret glances from
across the table destroy their proclaimations. we're not fixed.
we are not toys to be tinkered with. you don't know what's
best for us, please stop lying.
this silence plays at my superficial insecurities
but i won't admit it. i won't admit it. look into my eyes
one more time, tell me you
Literature
002. Love
'do you think that maybe the stars watch over us?'
'no.'
'why not? it would explain why some people are so lucky: they were born under stars.'
'no because what you think are stars are only balls of flaming gases just waiting to explode. they can't protect anyone and they don't grant wishes.'
'how would you know that?'
'because i wished for her to love me, and it never happened.'
'but i wished for you, and look. here you are.'
'but i am here because i know you will love me and she will not and you are my comfort when the nights are tough to get through alone. does that bother you, that i am only here because she does not want me?'
'n
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don't love me.
her nose is a trumpet
and she is a strumpet
and you’re in love with her.
claudia, she has eyes that are too green and hair that flashes red in the sun. when she laughs she blows the house down. her breath howls through her nose every time she breathes. I'm sitting on the sidelines green-skinned, counting the strands of my chaotic hair and waiting for the day that you turn around and notice me.
claudia, she wears too much fake tan and her skin is orange; it clashes nicely with her evergreen eyes. when she walks her hips sway in a circle and her six-inch heels clatter across the concrete floor like thunder. I'm shaking in my orthotic
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