" i give myself five days to forget you.
on the first day i rust
on the second i wilt.
on the third day i sit with friends but i think about your tongue.
i clean my room in the fourth day. i clean my body on the fourth day.
i try to replace your scent on the fourth day.
the fifth day, i adorn myself like the mouth of an inmate.
a wedding singer dressed in borrowed gold.
the midas of cheap metal.
tinsel in the middle of summer.
crevice glitter, two days after the party.
i glow the way unwanted things do.
a neon sign that reads;
come, i still taste like someone else's mouth. "
— warsan shire
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ATLAS. ( cho chang ) ✓
Short StoryYOU AND ATLAS ARE THE SAME CURSED TO HOLD A WEIGHT YOU CANNOT BEAR AND STILL STANDING NOT BECAUSE YOU CAN BUT BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO - every man who walks the earth casts a shadow on the world a love letter to cho chang
