when the sun went down we didn’t cry for our mamas because she one time said don’t hollar for me when you made your grave so deep so instead we lie in them, in the coffin of our beds, fake vampire shit, watching our bodies turn into husks and telling ourselves, tomorrow, tomorrow, we’d wake up and it could be okay, and that made it worth living but damn, hadn’t we dug ourselves down, down - made no room for a nest, too much dirt in our legs - come on, then, trim the edges of our bodies until we’re sculpted into something unfamiliar, that fear of mirrors, that fear of who we are when we’re alone again - i want to be in a place where i forget how it feels to be sad but i’ve never made it to the place where i remember how to be happy, so come on. cry on my shoulder and we’ll both suck the venom out through the love bites life gave us and we’ll both live on, and live on, and live on.
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