The Reasons We Live

I saw you in the sanctuary with a backwards Blink-182 hat and black and white checkered vans. My white summer dress adorned self was instantly bound to you. You were the technicolor dream I was waiting for to paint over my vanilla life. You were injured, abandoned, you slept on the floor because your mom gave your mattress a way to...

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The Passenger Seat

My bright pink stiletto manicure always contrasted your never cut nails that sometimes left tiny marks in my hand when you held it. You always wanted our melded hands in your lap as your drove along the coast, but I always wanted them in mine. My arm would get so sore, digging into the consul as it tried to get as...

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