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Submitted to Contest #93
TW TW: rape, suicidal ideation Parties are terrible. Nothing but an open space for lunatics to lock you in a house and act horrendously. Heathens my Mother would call them. Devil's advocates who sip beers and smoke Cannabis. The devil's advocates were seventeen year olds throwing birthday parties for their favorite friends. Unlike my parents, their parents own three story vacant houses for their children to wreck while they're gone. Parties, police..memories. Memories could be horrid or good. I personally prefer the g...
The smell of blood smells like someone's decaying happiness. Chipping away like someone would sit there and chip away at a brick block with a spoon. A spoon that will never make a dent no matter how hard you strike this beast of a smell.An exaggeration for this blood that I've found on the couch seats... but it's accurate. No. It isn't an exaggeration that this is the exact smell. This isn't an ordinary blood stain from a cut or from even a cycle. It smells of death of sadness. It smells of madness a doctor can't diagnose. A madn...
I hate celebrating Cinco de Mayo. All it is, is a day for all non Hispanics to perform stereotypical acts and eat tacos. Me saying this as a black woman is frustrating...but I'm also sitting here eating a burrito myself. The same sogginess of the thing weighs in my hands like it's a scale. I wipe it from my wrist, the grease trails down. It feels like Vaseline. Likes kind my mother used to smother me with before school in elementary. I set it down on the plastic lawn chair beside, which is covered with a b...
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