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dear mr sandman… …
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this is what being alive is. a sticky menu between you and me in a cramped booth by a black window.
and he sat at the oncologist waiting room as life dimmed outside
it was nearly 4 am as red light streamed out the bar, sifting through drunk legs. it was closing time, even in new york city.
“let me take you home,” he asked; breath smelling more metallic than his eyebrow piercing.
she smiled into his swirling eyes,
and she was never seen again.
- myra
destiny is usually just around the corner. like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. but what destiny does not do is home visits. you have to go for it. (at 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙨) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqDfqLnuSt0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
the sweet scent of cigarettes and semen on your lips
“you’re never more alive than when you’re almost dead”
tim o’brien
paris, france 🥀
« ainsi va le monde. ce n’est pas am faute »
« smoking kills »
« that’s the point isn’t it? »
watch the sawdust n dirt,
swirl swirl swirl
down the drain
her beer tasted of sawdust and foam coated her boots; nuts were bland and counter sweaty. but the air was lime fresh and the night neon young and she was free.
myra.
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xxii | she/her | psychology & creative writing | desperately searching for meaning in the mundane
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