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LithosphereShe awoke one morning with no feeling in her legs, no push in her step. One thunk to the floor, another thud beside it. A heavy stone golem with an unexplored craggy vortex of whirling chaos nestled firmly inside her ribcage, she dragged each rock pillar from her bed to the mirror.
The roots of her hair were calcified into inky onyx stone strands, her eyes slabs of dusty granite marbles rolling wildly in their sockets.
The stones lifelessly plummeted in a crash to the ground as she took a swift breath and felt her chalky talc lung bags crumble into a poof.
Fossilized, she became a study of genealogy, letting go of the decades of anthropology that flowed hidden in her muddied veins.
Nous sommes sales.Les nuits sont noires.
Ce sont des moments forts.
Depuis qu'il est riche, il est mauvais.
Il boit dès qu'il est seul.
Elle lève sa chemise...
cette femme... elle ressemble a un garcon.
Malgré elle, l'aime-elle.
(Elle est bête)
Elle l'a dit:
"Je veux vivre. Je veux être vous. Je ne veux pas en parler. Je vais prendre mon temps."
Il l'a dit:
"Ta mère a fait de tu ce que tu es."
Elle l'a dit:
"Je m'enfuis de chez mes parents au nuit"
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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