-Joanna Newsome


GlassGlass There are too many lights hurting my eyes. Different colors flashing. Want to close them. Want to sleep.Glass
He's saying: ma'am, ma'am, can you hear me? I need to you tell me what happened. I need to you to remember and be as detailed as you can. Someone puts a wool blaket around my shoulders and it's summer time in the desert and I want to scream but my face is numb. The blanket is scratching at my neck.
The lights flash. Red. There is a small figure covered by a white sheet. Blue. Broken glass shim


GabardineBrian likes to play detective. He comes homedrunk and late in his gabardine business suits and looks through my drawers while I pretend to be asleep. Last night he found a letter from an old college boyfriend of mine. Someone I had lost touch with for years. In the morning, he throws it down on the table in front of me and says, "you fucking whore."Gabardine
Brian is cheating on me, but he doesn't know that I know, so occassionally he pulls theatrics like these. He turns the attention to me because he feels guilty for fucking his secretary. She's twenty-two, has C cup breas


SubstanceShe closed the door quietly behind herself as she reentered the apartment. Part of her wanted to slide along the door and collapse on the concrete flooring, putting her head in her hands. People often did that in movies when they couldn't deal with the situation outside. But she restrained herself, and went to sit on the couch instead. There had been a heavy breeze on the roof of the apartment, and it had turned her long black hair into a thousand bird nests. Her fingers got stuck in it when she tried to get the tangles out. Wind always made her feel tangledSubstance
devID
I like your username thing.
Albuquerque... isn't there a Weird Al song about Albuquerque? Maybe.
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Suggest a Lit DD today!
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why do I never have the time to make things right, but always enough to make them twice?
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toy box ♥
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i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
Thanks so much for the watch! *is very honored*
And I appreciate the comments. Something about the precision and conciseness of them.
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"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."-Oscar Wilde
I wanted to give your gallery more attention, but as it is I'm not really sleeping much, so . . . it will have to wait.
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"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."-Oscar Wilde
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