• Hannah Flowers

I sit on the patio alone And stare at the moon for hours Her bright white aura glowing A lit cigarette warms my hands Turning my lungs black and spotted To match my Dalmatian heart And a small brown spider scurries Across the table before me Hungry for her next meal I know how Charlotte feels The yearning stomach aches For new blood and fresh water The morning dew can only so much sate I sit and I wait and I pine for the taste Of cherry flavored chapstick And milk soaked in cornflakes My lily of the valley My sage-soaked agate

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there's no celebration without mourning, and vice versa. but it feels wrong, surrounded by cheer to hold back my tears. i'll serve the cake and all, laugh together, then retreat. it is my pain to bear

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sixteen hours never felt so long but eight flow by like a breeze we said we'll wait and see where the wind carries but you know where i'll be, anywhere but home if you're not beside me. i wish i were

MissingNo.

an unexpected error in my programming an oversight, a glitch in my system a skip in my heartbeat unaccounted for, verily i built myself from the ground up structured so carefully, strong to withstand