#desclates

                                                                                        FLOWER VEINS PUMPED full of drugs she’s never heard of ( the ones with the long & UNPRONOUCEABLE names ), she hangs her head, fair locks dangling limply before her eyes. debilitated. cheeks rosy, eyes puffy, a cut lines her tender cheek. a bandage dangles from her left wrist, a plaster over a carefully selected point on her arm. a needle pinprick. her blood is stored elsewhere. no need for a STRAIGHTJACKET. she couldn’t move if she d a r e d. a whisper, croaky tones from a damaged girl. ‘ can i go HOME now? ‘

                                                                                            MOURN THE ABSENCE of her smile today & note the lack of sunlight peeking through the clouds. COINCIDENCE? perhaps. the flowers wilt & wither in her absence. tongue stained with blood & fear, she whimpers, tears streaked through the dirt on her face. she can barely move with the weight on top of her, barely see with the single strip of light peaking through the wood. fumbling, panicked motions allow her to grab her cell phone from her pocket. the screen is cracked but she manages to dial his number. lips cracked, throat dry, she coughs his name. ‘ ---xe--xeno? ‘

// @desclates.

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