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the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine. ╱  just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ╱ pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. ╱ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ╱ guilt that isn’t yours to have. ╱it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. ╱ chains. ╱ how could you do this to me? ╱ the sharp sting of guilt. ╱ you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. ╱ the family you never had. ╱ falling backwards through time. ╱ quicksand. ╱drowning, but you don’t save yourself ╱  you’re getting better. ╱ they smile like a snake. ╱ you’re the stars and the sky. ╱ there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. ╱ they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. ╱ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ╱ you edge a bit too close to the sun. ╱ another ghost to take your place after every stumble. ╱deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun.

rock candy melting in water. ╱ waves rise and leave the foam behind. ╱ the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. ╱ happiness is the best front a man can take.╱ i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before.  ╱ you disagree; they’re more beautiful. ╱discomfort at the tiniest of touches. ╱ the sky opens up when you see them. ╱ rain comes down. ╱ poppy fields. ╱ your sanity hanging by a thread. ╱ oh god, what have you done?╱ roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all. ╱ they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. ╱ you try to help but it only got worse. ╱ now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. ╱ adam & eve in the garden. ╱ a temptress in crisp button-downs. ╱ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ╱ they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. ╱ the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. ╱ sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side.

yves saint laurent ╱ black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. ╱ crisp green apples piled up on the table. ╱ your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. ╱ what a pretty one, they say. ╱ you laugh without humor. ╱a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest ╱ there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. ╱ the seat of power fits like a glove. ╱ heavy is the head that wears the crown. ╱you share a space, but not a mind. ╱ they think you are weak; you are, maybe. ╱ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ╱ an empty bird’s nest. ╱ broken pencil tips. ╱  there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. ╱ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that.  ╱ they weren’t there when it happened.