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the pills don't workA few weeks agothe pills don't work by ~Athazagoraphobias
my doctor called me
"You have a
broken heart."
Now
I have
heartbreak
to match.
with the tendencies of an insomniacthe loneliest part of her daywith the tendencies of an insomniac by ~Athazagoraphobias
is going to sleep
knowing when she wakes up
she'll still be
Skyshe wants to nameSky by ~Athazagoraphobias
their daughter
Sky
so no matter where they are
they'll still share one
She called me Ma'am. He called me Miss.The bank called today, trying to sell you life insurance. You let them babble because it's their job and you couldn't get a word in edgewise and you're too polite to simply hang up. When the woman on the other line finishes her spiel you tell her you're not interested, but she insists so you listen. Letting her speak for another minute couldn't hurt, right?She called me Ma'am. He called me Miss. by ~Athazagoraphobias
She starts telling you how you should be prepared in the case of a sudden death. Car crashes, drowning, equipment malfunction, cancer, disease contracted overseas, covered. You aren't going to buy this insurance but you want to ask if suicide was covered under it anyway.
But you weren't
StargazingI just stood there, in my classy, warm fur boots and watched her explain herself to me like there was nothing noteworthy about what she was saying. The autumn air wrapped itself around me like a familiar serpent servant, chilling me at the exact cliché moment. Spending just a moment to take her in, the cherry red overcoat that went right down to kiss the ground with its finely trimmed velvet lips. The lustrous baubles that hung around her wrists - they used to say that wrists were once the most alluring part of a woman, and I guess this was her shield against that. And her hair, that raven-black that always failed to sit straight and doStargazing by *Black-Roses-Fall
Sta.sh
