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Scuff of shoes on the cement.Sometimes, when I am walking, I hear footsteps quickly approaching. Footsteps that match my own stride. I worry so I pick up my pace but the steps matchScuff of shoes on the cement.
mine still. Then I run but the
scruff of the stalker's shoes on the cement still beats at my
brain I stop to catch my breath and I look behind me and no one is
there. Then I realize the footsteps I heard were my
own.
by ~hatakefrankie
Industrial GirlMy tissue skin covers my glass bones like paper mache I want to grow fur so I can be warm No need for blankets or jacketsIndustrial Girl
Time exists only when I can feel it, Which is almost never It seems I can't feel anything anymore
Adrenaline based energy keeps me going Keeps me from collapsing And having to start over in a hospital bed
I can feel stares If I can't see them they can't see my withered frame I hope
I am made of steel and iron The industrial girl Indestructable until her skeleton rusts
And she fin
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AcceptanceShe was sitting on my bed. She smiled, her teeth faint against a velveteen tongue. “You’re home,” she said. I sank weakly into a chair, my briefcase sliding out of my hand like a leather fish. “You’re here,” I replied. It was four o’clock, almost dark already. The steely light pushed shadows like bionic legs up my walls, stiff marching. Traffic noise blurred beyond the windows into the rain. “There’s a letter waiting.” She offered it to me, an envelope growing blue with wetness. I got up slowly. She always made me feel so heavy, perhaps because her movements seemed so gAcceptance
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