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Clockwise from top left: New friend Late to the train there is a yellow bellied flicker on the sidewalk Fall 2021 spinning and lights soda spilling on the blacktop leaves the soles of my shoes distastefully

Not feminine in a traditional sense; I mean, none of them could be pretty cheerleaders from high school A blank space where my pussy should’ve been, like a mannequin.

The aging scars from a blow inflicted by an addict with an axe, or, hatchet, to be accurate. I haven’t seen, for instance, many faces lacking orifices, that can easily be considered, by our standards When you came back up, your face brown with soot, screams rang out in all directions as the villagers mayonnaise that’s been left out on a scorching sun, flickered with the debris of a carcass that has fallen from You mouthed out your dinosaur salutes and although I could not understand them, I heard your sounds.

The light coming in from the small window is cold, the blue-gray tones of Midwestern winters. The girl brushes her teeth, changes her clothes, takes sips from the glass of water she left out last Like the back of a library. She burns her wrist on the edge of the pan, a brown slash bubbling up from the skin. She will walk back into the house and immediately begin scrubbing the dirt out from under her fingernails

On their way back to the city, they introduced themselves through those “I’m from this school and I’m windshield tint,” Betts yelled across the table, “That’s so interesting because I know some people from “Well, I like to look up into the sky from dusk ‘till dawn occasionally, when I’m doing my coding thing He’s from another state and he studies sculpture, like, he goes to an art school, you know?

window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates a garden with blooming snowdrops, waking spring heavy pebbles, paper wasp, upstream the river invites window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates a scarlet resting among the empty milk-crates lemon residue reminds me of my paper-cut thumb, softly sting window from

at the top of the image is an inverted image of rainbow dippin' dots ice cream with a spoon emerging from Visual elements from top to bottom include a garter snake, a semi transparent image of a rollercoaster

Nickelette’s newest pair of shoes would put her feet at a 169 degree angle to the ground. Given all necessary variables, would it be faster for her to produce the cum herself or go down the block

But I was born from brain, not bone. I was born spitting and hissing and writhing and bleeding from your mouth, and I woke you from slumber WE TRIED TO FREE YOU FROM THE TETHERS HERE. THE DIRT IN YOUR TOES KEEPS YOU ANCHORED. BUT THAT LIGHT, THAT LIGHT INSIDE YOU CAN FREE US FROM GOD, CAN FREE US FROM BLINDNESS AND REUNITE US WE WILL JUST CRUMBLE, FROM DUST TO FLESH TO DUST. FOREVER. AND THAT PLEASES HIM.

hair probably looked like a tree, Brown with it’s natural streaks and highlights I gently removed it from my hair And when i met its eyes mere inches away from my own I screamed It took a while for me to trust

Image ID: An illustration of a person with their back to the viewer. The text below reads, “If I wave to your memory sometime from a thousand miles away, I hope I will find

Singular open eye shedding lashes, it reflects in the water for only a moment She liberates them from dangerous glow echoed in the hypodermic needles of her tiny fangs She swallows the slides straight from She descends from a single trapeze strand with innate grace, Baring a translated version of my thinkings , Unrecognizable in organization from the way they escaped the ridges in my brain. is magical thinking It is not always compatible with standard English She pulls in words and phrase from