"Going insane"
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Despite my mother not following the catholic church, i have spent most of my years at their schools. I was a loud and easily excitable kid; which they did not like. The boys at school could be as rambunctious as they pleased, but not us girls. The confident part of my being was torn to shreds when they found out about my attraction, a rather "unnatural" thing as they would say. I believe there is ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
You knew the way the room smelt, the scratchy feeling of the coverless mattress, the way the lace would dangle off the edges of the desks, the broken sewing machine tucked away into the back corner. you knew all about it; it was a place of creation. On that mattress, she used my shoulders like pin cushions. My mouth hadn't been sewn shut, so i cried out to her. Her ears weren't sewn shut, and that... » Continue Reading
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Little paper child. Born from a hole in the walls of a once quiet place, Restlessness burns within their origami lungs. Step outside; its raining out here. Cover yourself in wax, and get out. Better to risk melting than to stay where you are. » Continue Reading
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To feed into those instincts, the ones many faces before yours fed into. It's like feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin for the first time after a cold, long winter. Though, those many faces before yours are burnt, their skin cracks with every slurred word they blurt out. It's revolting. Whenever they see you, they'll always mention how plush your skin is; that you look like porcelain. Yo... » Continue Reading
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Back in that old kitchen, counting the tiles on the floor. The sides of your ribcage ache; but all you can do is just stand there, shaking. Clenching your jaw so hard, it feels as though your molars could crack at any second. Wondering to yourself, how much breath does he has left? Even from across the room, you can smell the boos wafting at your face. You Acknowledge the unseen presence looming a... » Continue Reading
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Lychee jelly, pastel blue Unable to speak, yet thoughts form through; They'll echo around my sides. A lukewarm dimension, where all expression collides. » Continue Reading
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