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On the playground in the spring / picking honeysuckles off a bush and / hesitantly placing the stem on my / tongue, my insistent classmates promising / they are edible / I close my eyes and tentatively / suck on the stem / the nectar never reaching / my tongue but still I try / to believe

[Transcript: "Let's get away from this place, / from these self-serving people and the / suffocating smog of animosity.

Take me somewhere warm, where we can lazily soak up the sunshine / where I can hold you close.

Aren't you sick of this place? / even the butcher with the missing / ring finger says, run, girl, and don't you look back.

Won't you grab my hand? / pack up your things, we'll be gone / before the sun leaves us / in the hands of the moon.

Laugh in my face / yours twisted in disgust, baring your teeth at me / so I'll leave this desolate place on my own, / smile knowingly when the butcher / says, you know, there's a reason it's my ring finger that's missin'.

“I’m coming in hot rage pumping through my veins an alabama summer—merciless

All gnashing teeth and bleeding lungs

I’ll tear you apart.

There’s no telling what’ll be left of me

when I finally leave the ring.

I’ve been waking up hungrier each morning

My teeth screaming for flesh to sink into.

I’m coming out as someone who knows

exactly what she wants (everything) and

when she wants it (now).

Jeans sticking to my thighs drops of sweat burning my eyes I’m searching for a bigger rodeo to take on a new territory to conquer