| I guess I'll always be a child |


It is like this 3you wish for the knuckles of mountains soft skin clinging to a skeleton of knives you cannot stand the way you swell on hot days,It is like this 3
sick of seeing the world through a layer of warm fat.
the way your legs look when crossed has lost it's elegance, your boneless back, hideous. you are sure this world was not made to flatter you. shrinking your surroundings, mocking your florescent thighs. you fall asleep gnawing your tongue, wake up to find someone filled your stomach with flowers in the night. great fields of yellow spanning your scapula. baby's breathe peeking from all orifices.
and it completely...erm...fell apart, i'm going to try to get some help from my friend and see if i can get that one in to you by the this weekend. also possibly one of the "mom" ones if she isn't a frazzled mess this saturday. it looks like my first one got a really good response so i'm exited to see how these go over...
talk to you soon.
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