#write-prompts

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go ahead, take your pick. you've already brought an angel to his knees.

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i sit, watching him. he is everything i could ever hope to be. he is everything i will never be.

that's okay, i think. i wouldn't be very good at being like him.

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she watched, listened, spied on them for centuries.

and now they will pay for all their dirty little secrets.

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sometimes i just sit and think about the fact that humans are the most adaptable creatures we've ever studied and yet i can't seem to function properly... maybe it's something wrong with my programming

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i can see the stars.

they are below me.

i breathe.

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sometimes i miss someone i’ve never met.

her name isn’t important, i don’t know it anyway.

but she’s full of angles, and she’s traumatized and scarred.

she has rolls of fat on her stomach, and her face is round.

she has a gorgeous, deep laugh that’s rich like honey but sharp like bittersweet chocolate, and i don’t know why i know that.

her face is asymetrical, it’s got acne and her eyes don’t crinkle quite right when she laughs.

she dropped out of high school because of an accidental pregnancy and works in a twenty-four hour gas station, and she lives in a tiny apartment that’s got thin walls and rats in the floors, and she tucks her baby close at night because it’s got no heating.

she’s an immigrant, she doesn’t have papers, she’s almost gotten deported three times.

she’s also the most gorgeous woman i’ve (not) met.

she’s the most sucessful woman in her family, she’s smart and thoughtful and she knows just what to say.

she’s got the most beautiful smile and she gives the best hugs and she’s got the most beautiful body.

her kisses are sweet, like the promise of a million tomorrows together.

i’ve never met her, and yet i know she will be my wife someday.

i know her child will grow up the most empowered, confident kid ever with the best mom in the whole wide world.

i know i’ll never meet her.

and that breaks me inside, because i’ll never be able to love anyone but her.

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it’s quiet here in the old country.

silence whispers over my skin like a sullen lullaby.

the ghosts of long-gone stories hum in my ears.

i look up.

there is a little girl in front of me.

i know she is not real.