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Originally posted on samantha lucero: HALLOWEEN 3 YEARS AGO ? Don’t worry, dad said, you worry too much. But what about—? Don’t worry! They said no going outside, no exposing yourself to— To what, air? Don’t expose myself to air and breathe like a human being just because I’m dying? You’re not dying wasn’t the… Read more
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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: Pitter patter on my head, standing on a corner of this piece of the world, spat from a cancerous jaw. Closing my eyes I taste the acid and corruption, as the ground and leaves hiss around me. Inhaling the stale scents of chemicals and chalk, melting and bubbling under my… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: He wants me to play dead in a clearing on Hymettos, under the open sky. I lie down on a flat rock surrounded by anemones and chamomile, and he spreads my hair in a fan shape. ‘You are so pale,’ he says, as if he sees me for the… Read more
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Originally posted on samantha lucero: She asks in that rehearsed tranquility; that silver voice, that comely voice in control of the drumming song of the hummingbird heart, because she’s the immovable rock. She can still be the hero. What’re they gunna do to him? And with the wet-blanket heat and the soft strangle of anxiety… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Good for you is not a greeting. Good for you means congratulations. These words say good bye. We’re not together. There’s no but. Good for you spells doom. It’s the American creed. It’s a celebration of greed. Good for you doesn’t say hello. ? Don’t look at the what,… Read more
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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: I remember those Saturday nights, sitting cross legged on our old maroon carpet. I have the apartment to myself, as I often did, and there’s wrestling on TV. WCW Nitro on TNT, beamed all the way from the US to this little boy in England. The picture quality is terrible,… Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: Sore between my breasts, around my neck, and down my back. Everything hurts. My head. My abdomen. Possibly a virus, possibly the pains of life. I’ve thought of writing all day and here I finally sit to do it. But my brain’s empty. The screen left blank for hours closed and… Read more
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Originally posted on samantha lucero: Before she died You’re trickin me, it’s a joke, right? Miranda asked, and she’d laughed briefly and sheepishly like a live stage actor pretending to comprehend a scene she’s never been in before. Her mascara and dark eyeliner had crumbled because of the showers outside and had given her light… Read more
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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: I remember, on a hot summer day, her standing silhouetted against the sun with two enormous clouds behind her like a pair of mismatched wings. I remember rolling around in the wet soil, as we crouched from the thunderstorm; when giggles turned to kisses and tickles turned to fucks. I… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 