Love Is A Blank Space_Tracing Smiles_WHEN MO妹子A AIN'T HAPPY_Just Politics
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Love Is A Blank Space
TW: Sexual Abuse, Substance AddictionI walked through life carrying a person on my back. Every day since that day was a heavy, dark feeling in my chest. I had panic attacks, anxiety, and stress ever since the shadow people latched onto my back. ‘Why don’t you believe me?’ as I screamed and sobbed. I woke up from nightmares dripping in sweat. I’ve been smoking weed to soothe the pain. It worked. I never had to think about it while I felt at a high. I woke up to smoke weed, I had a panic attack and smoked weed, and every night before I went to sleep? I smoked the pain away. It was the last year ...
Tracing Smiles
Trista opens her mouth as wide as she can, blows warm air to fog up the train window, and traces smiles into the fog with the tip of her index finger. As the condensed air evaporates, the smiles are replaced with her reflection. She stares at the monochrome version of her face for a moment, and then she blows her hot breath once more to erase the frown. Fogging the window and drawing smiles, she repeats the cycle until her mother grabs her hand; they’ve reached this train’s destination. Trista uses her forearm to wipe the remnants of her window art and swipes her backpack from the floor befor...
WHEN MO妹子A AIN'T HAPPY
Maisy Turntrap was washing her hands as meticulously as she had massaged the giant shoulder roast she was preparing with her special dry rub. When her phone signaled there was a call, she quickly wiped her hands before crossing the small kitchen to see who it was. The Caller ID indicated it was her daughter .www.onedoor.cc"Hello. Janna?""Hi, Momma. I have a slight change in plans.""Oh. Are you still coming?""Oh yes, I'll be there, and I'm bringing a friend.""Well, that's fine, Dear. Who . . .""You'll see. Let it be a surprise. Be there soon!"Maisy stared at the phone in her hand for a few extra seconds a...
Just Politics
I sit and stare at my phone in the D.C police station. My hands feel clammy, my stomach has knotted itself into a ball. I’m obviously nervous, but the thing that I feel people can’t see so clearly is the feeling of irritation I’m overcome with. Must be that goddamn media, I think to myself. Why else would a woman like me, the wife of one of the senate's most prominent senators be sitting here, in a grimy police station amongst all of the filth of the world.Beside me, a young boy sits, probably about 20 or something, I feel as he watches me, his sharp blue eyes gazing upon me which I can only ...