Smelly Heroine


To live a life of no meaning would destroy me. To work a job that baited me with hope would send me into a catatonic state, I’m sure, from fear of being stuck in a place that tortured me every live-long-day. Oh, the hope I’d inhale and vomit up on my lunch break. This passion can seem so aggressive but it’s gentle. and these words they just don’t come close to anything I feel. I ache for those who think they have no way out. If I could just whisper to them everyday “the open door is just around the corner.” I would. It’s my urgency to save, it could be feminine. It could be a superhero complex, it’s there and it never goes quiet. But who am I to save? I showered and forgot to put on deodorant. My hair, it does whatever it wants and I have little…

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