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goddamn i'm sad. i get snubbed by guys a lot. they always look at me like they have no idea why i would be interacting with them. this leads me to believe that, somehow, when i wasn't looking, a huge wart or otherwise grotesque monstrosity must have somehow formed on my face when i wasn't looking. but nope, no warts. i guess i'm just downright unappealing. i don't feel like wearing makeup or trying to look pretty.
it's a waste of time.
"did i wound you, mutilate. take away your voice. did i cut something from you. leave you locked in silence?
this is what you do:you sing. every part of you. your locks of hair sing sing, your eyes, your hands, your smile. if i listen closely i can even hear your blood.
was i the one that took that away?
go down to the water where we used to swim. stand under the sky at dawn when the sky is streaked with blood. open your mouth and shout our secrets to the waves. the ocean will be your voice. you won't have to carry anything alone. little sister, my spring. april. little nightingale. stand at the edge of the water. your voice will come back to you.
maybe. if i am silent."
"little sister, the night broke. the thunder cracked my brain finally. the rain is coming, i promise you. i didn't mean to but your tears will bring life back. purple flowers grow, the color blood looks in the veins. they'll sprout out of my chest. i promise you they'll crack the ground,grow over the freeways, down the slopes to the sea. i'll be in their faces. i'll be in the waves, coming down on you from the sky. i'll be inside the one who holds you.
and then i won't be."
it's a waste of time.
"did i wound you, mutilate. take away your voice. did i cut something from you. leave you locked in silence?
this is what you do:you sing. every part of you. your locks of hair sing sing, your eyes, your hands, your smile. if i listen closely i can even hear your blood.
was i the one that took that away?
go down to the water where we used to swim. stand under the sky at dawn when the sky is streaked with blood. open your mouth and shout our secrets to the waves. the ocean will be your voice. you won't have to carry anything alone. little sister, my spring. april. little nightingale. stand at the edge of the water. your voice will come back to you.
maybe. if i am silent."
"little sister, the night broke. the thunder cracked my brain finally. the rain is coming, i promise you. i didn't mean to but your tears will bring life back. purple flowers grow, the color blood looks in the veins. they'll sprout out of my chest. i promise you they'll crack the ground,grow over the freeways, down the slopes to the sea. i'll be in their faces. i'll be in the waves, coming down on you from the sky. i'll be inside the one who holds you.
and then i won't be."