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Current Mood: Sneezy

                A little girl crouched, staring intently at the ground.  She wiped her purple hands on her new skirt and immediately returned to her work.  The steady scraping of the chalk blended with the sounds of morning, like a songbird who had awoken with a scratchy throat. 

Current Mood: sneezy

Tags: brigits flame

Happiness in a bottle.

I didn't have much time to work on this this week -- therefore it makes little sense.
 

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Current Mood: relieved

Tags: quote
Current Mood: drained

                I opened my bag
                                                Out fell confetti and smells
                                                Latin Memories

Tags: brigits flame, mexico
Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Juanes

It was a Tuesday, and she ate cherries for breakfast.

They were sour, and they were starting to get mushy, but they were cherries.

She ate them slowly, nibbling at their cherry flesh until only the pit remained in her mouth; then, she sucked the pit clean. 

She wove her tongue around them, first feeling the smoothness of their skin and then lapping at their rich cherry sweetness. 

Later, she was found bloated and pale in a dumpster, eyes open and staring at nothing.  Brown streaks tie-dyed her t shirt and every one of her fingernails was gone.

And I, perched with my wings folded, envied her far more than I can describe.  For she had cherries for breakfast.

Current Location: Campus
Current Mood: sleepy

I had even less time this week.  Hopefully I'll get to edit this, but if not at least here's something.


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