PurgatoryA Story by scarlynnin progress
Tooth pain in the wrong era. I didn't think it was that important though, since the thought of having someone know how much I weighed made me want do horrible things to myself. I found everything relatable and sacred as an endangered time period- a classic we would never feel again because we've inadvertently locked ourselves behind every door we've ever built.
She closed the book quickly because she felt cold. She tried to forget, but the words were jumping around all night in her head, chanting their forbidden knowledge in initiation. It was dark and there were no warning signs. She knew it was all real because she had felt this already, and it made her sulky to think about finding anyone that would take her seriously. She could feel herself lifting up, the levitation of whatever inverted curse she had been shot. There was no redemption in counting the stars. Too many mathematical fates in her palms - predictor of the truest damages. Protecting her home, disturbance in the dusty arms of her galaxy. She trusted nothing, that's why she knew she had to jump. Her attribution was weightless and transparent in color, but it was energy in potential. The most seductive thing I had ever encountered was the idea of being intoxicated and the placebo and desperation of my personality. The most enchanted room in the world was upstairs from my shoulders and the freedom of limitless imagination. I can properly say yes to way too many questions. And in fact, as many demons as I could finally see, I was having the best time of my life. I was nineteen and I wanted to kill myself unapologetically but life had become so ironic that it didn't even matter anymore. The world was my f*****g oyster.
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