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SaturateI have only seen myself in black and white.
Life is plain in the younger years; simplistic.
No real definitive characteristics, only a promise that you'll grow into your skin.
The way you grow into it will define you the day you fit.
I twitch and squirm as my skin grows tighter,
Fearing I may have come into it all wrong.
I am defined by the "dos" and the "don'ts" and the "rights" and the "wrongs"
Instilled in that simplistic childhood long past.
Painted in absence of color, built by brick and mud.
"You will be sturdy in your new skin", they used to tell me.
I was molded with patience and less than consideration,
But just enough for me to withstand the predicted winds.
As I watch others mold into their skin, they solidify into masterpieces.
Bold, rich flavor bursting from their seams, ingenuity and inspiration exploding.
As I watch myself through a dusty mirror, I see the plain girl from my childhood.
I have only seen myself in black and white.
Knowing only wrong and right.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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