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christening
soap scrubbed away any dreams i had of becoming a roller skater.
passive-aggressively twisting away my thoughts of greatness.
it told me i haven't breathed in a year.
it told me drinking hot water would cure me. -
letter to that which cannot be seen
dear summer,
i'm just writing to see how you've been and if the weather's nice, though it's not very nice here,
but i know you're probably doing a bit better
seeing as here it's cold but you probably don't know much about that. -
taylor swift
The art room looked sticky: old paint, sad collages.
My room echoed with the strains of my old songs,
It's a music chamber that I kept preserved in the shrine of my eleven years of absence.
Eleven shone like a balloon. -
seasick
i think i'm starting to feel a little seasick.
don't even try to comfort me.
it's not the kind of seasick
wrapped up in my wool blankets
under the chimney
my sea town
by the highland coast
no, it's different -
merci novembre
merci novembre,
for icy tips of mittens like glaciers dipped in water
like pretzels and staleness and attics and cats,
like the edge of my nose
like the blade on my skates
like dreams of brown earthiness, like soda,
merci, -
Ginger Cookies
Nina's hair was curled around her head like two sugary ginger cookies.
"Two large eggs - did you cover the cookbook with flour, Emma? Emma?" Emma drew her eyes away from the spirals of hair and looked into Nina's dark brown eyes.