erila
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100_ghosts
Calm Before the Storm
It’s the crest between summer and fall, the sticky time he’s always hated most and the weight of the world presses onto his chest as they fight again. As he lies on the torn bedspread (like the torn seams of a heart), he hates being the cream of their family oreo.
Hate you can’t understand will never
The humid air is heavy as their words, the words that barely graze the surface of each other but scrape into his soul and make his invisible blood go drip drip drip like the leaky faucet he tried to fix as a kid.
Hate you can’t understand will never
The humid air is heavy as their words, the words that barely graze the surface of each other but scrape into his soul and make his invisible blood go drip drip drip like the leaky faucet he tried to fix as a kid.