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Submitted to Contest #192
TW: sexual assault, abuse My wrists flick so beautifully. My bracelets clack in unison, and my hair whips around my shoulders, the blonde and white combining to create a wonderful gray. My hips sway to the rhythm of you, and each step is made just for your eyes. Fabric laps at my ankles as my white dress flows with my body, the lace upon my neck feeling the indents of my collarbones. My eyes are shut as I move, feeling everything but my mind. I am dancing to white nose. To static. I feel the rhythm of it in my body, taste it in my teeth, alm...
Submitted to Contest #188
CW: sexual assault, abuse, suicide It is snowing outside. It has been for some days. It has been relentlessly chilled, and a pink tint sits upon my face from the cold. I am sick and have been for years. I bring my fingertips closer to the strings, feeling every ache of my body intensify and the rate of my breathing quicken in pace. I can not do it. No matter how many times I have tried. No matter how many times I attempt to bring it to life, this aspect of me that has been gone for so long, it is always futile. I will never play the guitar a...
Submitted to Contest #181
I just got off the train. The wind is heavy outside in the city, and a weight bears down on my shoulders. The stars in the sky are not visible due to the light pollution, and my shoulders shiver from the sightless, cold sky air. I miss the mountains. I thought I would find a home here, but I did not. I miss the hills and the barren, dry lands. I miss the cacti, the animals. I miss my home. This is not a place for me. This is not where I am meant to be, but there is no turning back now. I stand for a moment, watching the train start up and ta...
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