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It Changes with the SeasonsIt isn't enough, I say, as you're rubbing my back and I'm turning away in that spot 'neath the stars where we always would layIt Changes with the Seasons
I loved you last night, but nothing today
by ~Inflammat0ryWrit
The Time the Sun Burned OutI bend to touch my own swollen face. Cold? Seems odd, when at that shiny oak podium they are speaking of the days when I was so warm. No, not warm: flaming hot. A ball of fire with my coral lipstick, even my scalp was ignited with a barely natural shade of red.The Time the Sun Burned Out
Hell, I was the sun.
But somehow, long before I died, you extinguished my roaring fireplace and silenced my unsteady crackle. You convinced me to trade that sexy black dress in for a matronly, blue-flowered apron, one like your dear old Mum used to wear.
I still do
by ~Inflammat0ryWrit
Rolling Hills Motel, 2007Probable cockroaches, stained sheets, the lingering, stale smell of nicotine and a quarreling couple louder through the wall than our own snowy TV set. A half-drunk bottle of some five-dollar liquor waits on the cardboard night table.Rolling Hills Motel, 2007
This room is our paradise, our little chunk of heaven. We are a perpetual nineteen, swimming through sheets and entwined in a divine embrace.
As you start to pack your things, I notice how the deep red and the cool blue of our toothbrushes at the same time contrast but complement each other so perfectly, lying in th
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Stomping on AntsTrading in my light-up Keds for patent leather pumps, I breathe a sigh of dismay. My days of catching fireflies on those humid nights in July are finally outnumbered.Stomping on Ants
I see it now: I am a diligent, hard-working ant; I line up with the rest of those dark-suited specimens. A shiny black nothing, I am no different from the others.
This is our fate, this growing with age.
But, no! I snatch up my sneakers. Taking my glittery jellies and my hot pink polka-dotted rain boots from this vast pile of discarded youth and impractical
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