I run my hands down her bare arms. Shoulders to elbows to wrists. She has goose bumps, even in the muggy Florida night. Maybe that’s because of me.
Sometimes I forget she likes me the same way I like her.
Mots clés oscar
It’s disgusting. They melted my girl down and poured her into their mold. And this perversion is what she cooled into. I can’t be near her. Can’t see her, smell her, hear her voice chirping like a bird.
I tell her the same thing I’ve been whispering every night on the roof. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.
But I can’t leave, not yet. I’ll stay with her until sunrise. If I brace my feet, I won’t slide. I can rest my cheek on the roof tile and still see her. Pacing. Pulling her hair.
“I’ll fix you,” I tell her. “I promise.”
Even though I don’t know how.
It’s better than good-bye.
In a few minutes nobody will know what I did. Everything will be perfect again. Except for my life.
[Oscar Banks]
Mots clés candor
Yo hago lo que quiero.
No. Solo haces lo que cabrea a tus padres. Quizás deberías hacer lo que quieres sin que te importe si a tus padres les guste o no.
Es lo que quieres que sea. Esa es la razón por la que me gusta el arte. Nadie se confunde.
Pam BachorzMots clés arte
¿A quién debería de odiar más? ¿Al que lo pide? ¿O al que se lo da?
Pam Bachorzshe drew me. But not who I see in the mirror. Nia saw the Oscar i keep hidden. And she put him on paper.
Nobody sees the real me.
Mots clés sadness thoughts realization
You have points on the tip of your ears." she tilts her head and stares at me." like a big, tall elf.
Pam BachorzMots clés humor
Cookie!" The kid holds up a carrot with the feathery green still attached to the top.
"Seriously?"
The woman gives me a wide-eyed don't say anything look and walks away fast.
Mots clés cookies
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