the long sleve shirt was black. it had a hole in a left armpit, and looked like someone tried to chew away the bottom hem. she streched it over her thumbs, and pressed both wrists together and against her chin. she sat right next to the sharp peice of metal that radiated heat. in the corner of her room, past the ben, past the doors.....it was no ( Read more... )

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i sat on the carpeted floor of the small office, in the corner of our school. my friend waited next to me, holding his stack of books, and scribbling something down that i wasnt allowed to see. i was growing bored, and grabbed the peice of paper, only to throw it down and follow the short man who stomped across the floor out of the room and into ( Read more... )

i feel heavy.

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we stood in my kitche, for minutes, or hours. just time. i didnt want to leave, but knew that eventually i would have to. the start to our precious limited time. i told my mother i was going to be late, and i didnt care if i got yelled at, i didnt matter to me anymore. so i just stood there, in the space between my basement stairwell and my kitchen ( Read more... )

she met him in his neighborhood. "im just visiting" she told him from behind, and brushed her hair from under her shirt collar. number one, number one, number one. her exit couldnt have been smooth, she had one too many bags, and a set of heels that she could barely walk in. but he told her he didnt mind, and would remind her everday untill she ( Read more... )

im pretty good, you know.

sup?