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First Chapter - Rough.Anger festers like an open sore. It grows in damp corners like black mould, silent and deadly. It’s like carbon monoxide, you don’t know you’re breathing it until its too late, but with anger, you’re not falling asleep never to awaken again; you’re destroying everything you touch.First Chapter - Rough.
This is what I thought about while I sat quietly in my aunt’s truck in the parking lot at the airport where she had just retrieved me. The battery was dead. She’d left the drivers side door wide open, despite the incessant “ding ding ding” that would alert most people to their error. The interior lights had b
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Darlingthere is rainwater in my lungs my skin is a membrane of near translucent ivory my footsteps echo past regrets and my fingertips are always wet placed between my ruby lips my eyes are milky white with blindness with hair that shines like pools of oil and a cinnamon scent exhaling from my open poresDarling
I am a weaving, bobbing, moving, shaking shadow of a girl I am life and time and loneliness I am bliss, but you can call me Darling Disaster Moving, Shaking Darling Disaster
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PrologueAs she approached me, I could sense her apprehension in the tangy, chemical scent of fear that clung to her like an aura. Her beautiful wide eyes held a look of confused terror, something I had never anticipated from someone so strong. My chest ached with the pain of it and my stomach churned with the stress of anticipation. She didn’t try to get close to me and she didn’t try to ease into any kind of preparatory conversation. The words she’d been so afraid to speak slipped past her lips in a single rush of velvet breath. To say she had completely stunned me was a gross understatement. Now a war waged through my bloPrologue
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Make It CountI hate how slowly these days pass. How you're always just a highway too far away. I hate the static between us, The white noise feeling in my veins.Make It Count
Ten thousand cigarettes between the last time I saw your eyes And the next time your lips will meet mine.
I hate how there are only so many minutes. How there are even fewer where I get to touch your face. I hate this emptiness between my lungs. The airless, birdless feeling.
A million second hand ticks between my hand in yours And the next time our fingers intertwine.
I love t
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