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On the Fantasty of Breaking Your Own Legs

On The Fantasy of Breaking Your Own Legs Here’s the thing about pain, if you figure out a way to remove it, then maybe, you won’t have to worry about it anymore.     Welcome to the almost end of your journey! The only thing that has carried you so far are your legs. The weather has been hot. You’ve been seeing mirages in the distance. Not everyone still has their legs, turning jelly under the scorching heat. But because you have yours, you’re expected to keep moving forward, despite the heat and thirst. (In your dreams, it’s the sandstorm that swallowed your family that haunts you.) Benefits of Breaking Your Legs? 1.      Your muscles hurt all the time – It’s Sore. 2.      If it’s pain, then it becomes a tangible sort of pain. 3.      Pain that everyone can see. Loss that is shared. 4.      You won’t have to walk for a while, expectations of said action killed. 5.      The perfect excuse to stumble and stay on the ground.   Such thoughts plag

Once Upon A Time

“What’s your type?” Loyal is the first word that comes to mind, but I’m choosing to play coy. Raising a finger to my lips, a small smile on my face. I close my eyes, pretend that I’m thinking about my ideal date, past dates that I did have with others once upon a time. Wavy hair is cute, brown eyes that burn gold in the sun is gorgeous, brown eyes that turn obsidian in the dark has a mysterious allure. If I had to be honest to myself though, I just like a bright gaze, the kind with the stars in their eyes, and smiles that I’m required to earn. I wish my type was an easy love. Dating is easy. Maybe you hold hands, maybe you don’t. Maybe you get drunk over wine at the edge of a lake, and press a chaste goodbye, only to realize the next date nothing was there as he drives you home after the movie. Neither of us had made a move to link pinkies, rest a palm over the back of a hand, only to end it with an awkward hug. It’s better this way – ending something that never actually

Venus Identifying Issues in House 12

If you love your secrets that much,                          you can keep them you know? I won’t pry them from your fingers laced tight together,              won’t force my fingers into your mouth, pass your teeth,              won’t hold your jaw open for the gold weighing on your tongue.                                                                                                                                                 You should know me well enough,                                                                           I’m not interested in what                                                                                                                           isn’t mine.              If he must be in the picture,                                      then I’ll leap out the frame.                                      It’s hard for a runaway to commit a crime and bid                                                                                      “go