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with the best of intentions he told me to breathe
and i would not
i wake up feeling sorry for myself
because he had not offered something else
guilt; i butcher
he sews up with needles
when band-aids would do
shame; i kill
he prays they will live
when its too late
cookie-cutter
ginger-boy
sugar-girl
vanilla extract
the kind that smells
nothing like it tastes
cream, no coffee
his glass
half empty
sleeves, no shoulders
useless
over
abusive? i said no
and with the best of intentions
he said nothing at all
and i would not
i wake up feeling sorry for myself
because he had not offered something else
guilt; i butcher
he sews up with needles
when band-aids would do
shame; i kill
he prays they will live
when its too late
cookie-cutter
ginger-boy
sugar-girl
vanilla extract
the kind that smells
nothing like it tastes
cream, no coffee
his glass
half empty
sleeves, no shoulders
useless
over
abusive? i said no
and with the best of intentions
he said nothing at all
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last night.
last night the electricity went out in my neighborhood.
last night i lit some candles and burnt my fingers in the process. i watched the flames flicker in the dark and i stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and wondered why it looked different, somehow.
last night i remembered how sometimes, when i touch people, i shock them with static electricity. and i wondered if this has any significance.
last night i reread your letters and counted them. nine. there used to be ten, but i threw one away when we had that fight, remember? and i spent the next day looking unsuccessfully in the trash for it and wishing i could control my temper.
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leavemedon'tleaveme.
you make me sick. you make my stomach fold in on itself and press out against the lining of my flesh. you put lumps in my throat and you tie strings to my tear glands and tug until the world is just a panoply of blurred lines, hazy colour and bokeh.
you made me do this. you put the knife in my fingers and you told me to tear, you said you would care if i hurt myself like this. you said you’d care if i opened my flesh up for you like a gift of blood and flesh and tissue. but you never really did.
i like being small, i like being the blue eyed girl sitting amidst background noise, rubber band arms holding the necks of her legs together.
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photographs of us.
one.
the first thing i noticed about you was your smile. it pulled me in, and i was a fool for not resisting.
i guess you could say i loved your smile more than i loved you.
two.
we watched a thunderstorm from your porch, leaves and rain falling down, wind howling, thunder roaring.
you said the flashes of lightning were beautiful, and you watched them with your eyes closed.
but i couldn't bring myself to close my eyes, not even for a second.
i was too busy staring at you.
three.
we were standing on a bridge, watching the water run run run beneath us. fireflies danced in the air, playing a game of tag that i could only watch; never jo
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