Category: nonfiction
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the octopus / förstöra
He had my blood on his hands but the sewage water washed them clean and no one would believe me. The mice followed him as he walked away, my lungs full of feces and dishwater, my open wounds inviting maggots to their fleshy party, and my body ravaged once again. The octopus had suffocated me.
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Squares and Shoulders
Originally from 2020 I’ve always wanted to act in a movie. The idea of playing the role of a person I could never be always seemed exciting. A trained assassin out on a mission to murder a rival druglord, a princess trying to escape captivity during a war, the daughter of a billionaire father who…
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Ring Pop
Originally from 2019 He proposed to me with a Ring Pop. His bruised knee in the sand, the red and green freshly-unwravelled piece of candy in between two of his fingers. He laughed in between the words, “Will you marry me?” and I laughed back. Everyone around us laughed. To our twelve and thirteen year…
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bornography
Originally from 2022 Making long, sensual eye contact with the watery cyclops that lies below me, the depth of its eye drawing me closer and closer to the pain of home. Empty is clean. Clean is pure. Pure is childlike. Childlike is safe. Children are to be protected and loved. Right? I don’t think my…
harper lauren scott 