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pastel
She discovered her favourite colour in that box, a turquoise that stained her fingers with velvety almosts, painting her world in a perfect balance between sea green and oceanspace. She tried to find it again, years later, once it had gone, and couldn't remember the name of the shade.
clue
It's always the wrench in the end; wrench in the works, wrench in the pits, wrench in the parlour. After the party, after the death; everything turns up all carbon and cocktails and feet peeking under the sofa.
straw
bits and pieces on the ground of the cornmaze I'd find it it my apartment after you left scattered over my bedroom floor where you'd kicked off your shoes.
cast
They love me. They all love me. But it's a superficial, biting sort of love, and most everything's different once the summer ends.
lust
on the one hand I want someone to sing to me someone safe and jumpy who needs a shoulder to rest on after a day of adventuring and on the other hand I don't want anything, anyone specific I just want the sort of want that shouldn't be had before breakfast.
lust
campout silhouettes I've wanted you before but all of them did the same thing but not quite you're made of so many not-quites and so many more-thans and you make my heart hurt because what if you don't
failed
didn't pass, didn't make myself known didn't make it to the bus stop to see you off I failed you I failed that whole damn bus
station
new shoes, nine years old. new shoes, round-toed, shiny shiny patent-leather, and you can't stop fidgeting because you're terrible at waiting. the buckles are real silver, so you have to be careful. this is only okay for soft metals, and you have new shoes, new, shiny shoes and a pretty blue dress so that once your father gets off that train he can see how you've grown.
embraced
she moves in stranger, bones and cross-stitched cotton holy hands mask cold and simple thoughts
funeral
miranda wore white and didn't care what betony's mother would say she drifted to the coffin with a rose and covered its petals in lipstick and tears and placed it between the cold folded hands and was pulled away when they shut her up in a box where no one could see those hands squeeze the thorns until they broke through the skin and the blood ran, very alive
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