avasophmore

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working on an oil pastel.

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"Anyone Can Play Guitar" Radiohead - Live at the MTV Beach House (1993)

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Je suis belle.

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#blonde

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I wish we were commercial teenagers just eating pizza and having a good time.

Flirty

Giggling.

at the twenty-something

college student

Nelson

and he says

“You'll be sixteen soon.

Are you pumped?”

And that night I pumped myself to

The Love collection

spinning on the record player

climbed on some girl’s

Washer and dryer

to dance

The painting of Jesus

behind me

pumped his eyes

full with Judgement.

my ex-boyfriend

met with me in the

white-wall

bathroom

pumped my head with lies

just enough to

to produce a kiss

“drive me home”

so he pumped his

BMW

with gasoline

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“stay is a sensitive word. we wear who stayed and who left in our skin forever.”

— Nayyirah Waheed // Salt

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my mother’s bedroom, 1989

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sweet sixteen

my tongue took to

powerful pistil paper

tastebuds were sugary sweet stamen

Aiding in sweet sixteen‘s

quest towards promiscuity and

substance experimentation

which wore a skimpy

silk bathing suit and suddenly it wasn’t

bony, boyish-

but brash and

set on destruction

“everyone should feel like this”

i softly sing into

Sophie’s ear

euphoria fueled even

swift swinging

kicked the soccer ball

soared like the sensation

driving me

to beat sophie

to the ground and

run in terror as the tingling

Stole every last shard of

logic and reasoning

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springtime.

In april you watched

pavement steal my skin

until all that was left

was a red fleshy flower

In may you held

a warm washcloth

to my open wound

But, in August you walked

away angry when I

spilled soda, soaked

your white t-shirt

And, in September you picked

from a sunflower field

another woman’s garden

Blistering and Bruised

Bleeding onto your bedsheets

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Honey

My bones do not carry excess flesh

Over the shoulder and drag its thick mess.

And if they do, then find me.

I'm hidden in the solace of my bedroom.

Chubby cheeks

held close to print on paper

Curving my back to shape

loneliness into concentrated thought.

My bones are sweet like honey.

Protruding through my milky

white skin.

inviting you.

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adore <3.