| One day you will turn around and not see me Because you will have forgotten my face And in this way, I fade away... |


Butterfly GravesHere we paint the sunsets with peach sherbert and strawberry ice cream. To break with self-made convention for a beat, I will wax cliche and confess I wind unicorn breath around my fingers and Stretch swaths of clouds across the sky with homemade jazz hands.Butterfly Graves
Here we write eulogies for chipmunks killed crossing roads And give spiders a lift to the ceiling or slip them under the couch like Spare cards for cheating in poker games. We do not spare mosquitoes any mercy.
Here we climb trees despite ticks and lime disease, because trees are God's churches of nature, and sunlight streaming


Dollface chapter 7The makeup artist fitted the mask to my face with a few dabs of an adhesive made for such a purpose that could be dissolved only by a harmless solution of salt water. She fussed with my hair again, plucked at the feathers, and straightened my clothes. "You're at least presentable," she muttered, stepping back to look at me. Then added, as if it was worth me knowing, "We just changed half of the theme for you, you know. Gave everyone masks to follow you up, even tweaked a few clothes. You have no idea the chaos you've caused." She must have felt very secure in her career; few people got away with talking like that to someone like me. &nbDollface chapter 7
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