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posting on here because my art blog doesn't get much traction

saw a car dragging a labubu facedown through the street

i should've never pretended to be asleep. i knew. a train ticket was cheaper than holding your hand. my hand wasn't meant for holding but just reaching out to something that was never going to be there

have your lips outgrown my kisses yet? i should've never kissed you

and there's the problem please make me your mistake again

i have a degree: bachelor of arts in words but i forget all of them when you raise your voice and i only remember the hurtful ones when you're talking to everyone else but me. i have only known to be coherent when i touched your skin

dive fully into my submission on halfeatenmouth.com

elena c., 22, bucharest

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Enfants Riches Déprimés A/W 2024

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are you a young writer looking for a place to publish your work?

THE HALF-EATEN MOUTH COLLECTIVE just opened their submissions!

We are looking for inspired writers who want to have their work on the starving pages of our memoir. Check out our monthly prompt and submission requirements, and send us what you created.

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Memoirs and Perversions of a Half-Eaten Mouth

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The first night I refused to sleep with a pillow between my legs, you took me in and washed my hair with the same careful hands you pulled it with. ‘I am not religious’ I said ‘but I think God is watching.’ But I didn’t mean this in any way other than ‘this must be divine intervention and I must be a dog licking its wounds, and God watches me and does nothing. But I refuse to think God would be so cruel, so you, you must be God for you care, for you are tender and forever quiet.’

Memoirs and Perversions of a Half-Eaten Mouth

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"Sometimes boys spit down your throat when they kiss you to make sure you never forget them, never get them out of your system. There is no grave holier than my mouth, one that carries every love between teeth and tongue, and when it spits blood it is reminded of every malady it ever hosted."

Memoirs and Perversions of a Half-Eaten Mouth

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"In my first years of life, they raised me to act as if love is submission, that if I behave correctly I shall have the help of God, that He shall bring me the love I want. And the crux of my punishment is this: I gave up on Him so He sends me men who resemble every single bit of His violence, ones who will always make me beg for forgiveness."

Memoirs and Perversions of a Half-Eaten Mouth

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After years of observing these caddisfly larvae, French naturalist and artist, Hubert Duprat, wondered if the caddis flies would use any materials to build their cocoon. He introduced flakes of gold, pearls and opals to the caddis flies and they did in fact use them for their cocoons. They use their own silk as the glue to hold their pupal constructions together.