tashilockhart
silver dishes reflect the sunlight as i sit down at the round table covered in lace with my great aunt Greta.
Standing in front of a room full of kids in the science labs waiting for me to speak about something interesting and all that comes to my mind is "shit!" but its okay because they probably hate sciencey stuff just as much as me so they won't mind if i don't speak
when i think of a swing i think of a farm with due covered grass and crickets humming. It's dusk and I'm a child with a dress on and black shoes, my socks have white frills and someone big is pushing me