i once knew a biologist.
i once knew a biologist, with shining eyes, ebullient smile.
but sometimes, the plants curled around her eyes, her mouth, her palms, her throat.
and choked her dry like an arid desert sun.
goodnight, child. sleep tight. don't let reality bite.
- I ONCE KNEW A GIRL WHO HELD FLOWERS IN HER HANDS. She's dead now. The girl is me. // e.f.
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Stagnant
General Fiction[ collection of things that never really fit, short stories, poems, whatevers ] Things that could be so much more, and yet churned to a stop.
