I really like my arm flaps
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I really like my arm flaps
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College: Sitting in my room music, tumblr, plong waiting on my roommate to get back with CHpotle.
You remember thinking that the parents are supposed to be good, and you erase the screaming in the front seat, although the sound only smears like the steam you wipe from the mirror after a shower, just to catch a glimpse of your own face. And you think mother is wise and you try to see age in the vacancy of her eyes, blue not like the sky, but like translucent glass. And you remember thinking brother is good, so you teach him words while he tears the paper to shreds. And you won’t remember this one day, because one day you’ll be the girl with the braces in the coffee shop, and everything will taste of stale chapstick, and you’ll forget about the girl who fed pebbles to lions, and rode tigers like war horses, charging into the daylight sky. And then you’ll remember, when you feel old and dark and murky, and you will pray for the rain once more, and you will stand beneath the downpour, and pray the water, as it heals, does not quench your flames.
(the journey was never longer than this) (a.)
I am a casualty, not a martyr. I am easy to forget. There is no blood spilled in my name, but my name bleeds, rivers of red over my own skin. The stains are translucent. I have no moral goodness. my purpose has faded gently, absently, instead of explosively. I am not a hero; I am not a villain. Nobody will curse me; nobody will pray for me. My meaning is fluctuation where the depth of the downfall exceeds the height of the success. My regime would be quiet, and foolish. I am deserving of pity, rather than empathy. My pain is an implosion that scars the furnace, not the house.
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