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#I think I want this anthology to revolve around the concept of fading adolescence
firewoodfigs · 3 years
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of louche hair and gauche boys
at fifteen all we wanted was to be pretty, to be adored  with our short skirts, cropped shirts  soft laughter and even softer whispers — as if none of our opinions mattered.  we’d paint our nails, scrub ourselves  clean and white, gleaming white like a brand new set of veneers,  artificial and ready-to-go  for boys made of pure filth; dye our hair brown and bronze,  chestnut and hazel and almond (god, we must’ve been nuts!) — so many different tones till we were  richer than an entire forest itself. 
too rich, perhaps, for the boys with sun-kissed skin and wind-mussed hair,  eyes crinkling like paper  whenever they smiled.  i’d smile back and rein myself in as one reins an unruly horse venturing into the vast wilderness; take my positions as i should, stand beside you like a trophy  as i hid my own, like muted gold. 
for you i became a slab of bronze,  shushing my valors and vanities in order to not outshine you.  to be loved, seen and heard,  i must neither speak nor stand.  instead I must sit still, quiet as you ramble on about your grand ambitions in nothing but  aspirational terms, empty as a tree’s hollow cavity.
funny how I clung on to your every word as if it were a gospel truth  — you? oh, how wretched, how terribly wicked! you’re the furthest thing from God himself. here is my curse. may you never escape  from the endless, burning pit in my chest  — this is your eternal damnation. 
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