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bruised from fingers wrenching my side
hands shoving shoulders in the dead of night
unprovoked attacks on my person, unsuspecting of the claws
i remember being stunned, they always want to hurt me
i only wish i was talking illiterally about getting faggfkasjfdlkj emotionally "hurt"
it was handed over to me, made to enjoy it like that story about the cook putting the man in the oven for hours at a time on low temperatures, the man looked forward to it- seared on the outside to match the seared insides. they made part of that book into a movie i saw once [they kept the part about putting the mattress by the window- can we put our mattress by the window?].
i remember the stillness of last christmas eve, the sickness of winter sets in- nausea for no reason, i don't like that i remember dates so well. it makes every day some sort of grave anniversary, my brain paying tribute to a former life.
i only wish i'd got hit in the head with one of those bottles tonight to sear the outside the way the inside is seared.
hands shoving shoulders in the dead of night
unprovoked attacks on my person, unsuspecting of the claws
i remember being stunned, they always want to hurt me
i only wish i was talking illiterally about getting faggfkasjfdlkj emotionally "hurt"
it was handed over to me, made to enjoy it like that story about the cook putting the man in the oven for hours at a time on low temperatures, the man looked forward to it- seared on the outside to match the seared insides. they made part of that book into a movie i saw once [they kept the part about putting the mattress by the window- can we put our mattress by the window?].
i remember the stillness of last christmas eve, the sickness of winter sets in- nausea for no reason, i don't like that i remember dates so well. it makes every day some sort of grave anniversary, my brain paying tribute to a former life.
i only wish i'd got hit in the head with one of those bottles tonight to sear the outside the way the inside is seared.