She's the whole package
laying in the wreckage of a half century landfill. Do your will. Do what you want. Tell her what she wants to hear. Tear her apart in the search for whatever the fuck quenches the thirst you suffer. She'll do just fine. Wine and dine. Stuff her coffers with invisible coins. She doesn't need 'em anyway. She's the whole tattered package. Testament to the old adage of what does not kill us. She is victor, victim, and witness. Testimony of a thousand voices. Picture show of a million choices hidden in the shadows and crevices of where you've never seen her go. She's the whole damn package.
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AuthorMolly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw. Categories |