01.03.06 - 11:07 p.m.

get your hands off me is a well-rehearsed phrase to my mouth. at the top of my lungs i sound like i've been saying it all my life.
(it is unwise to hold the shoulders of someone who was pinned to walls by her shoulders as a child. it is particularly unwise to do so and yell.)
i leaned into it; i thrust my own voice from my throat and like the world was saying good girl! the screen door blew open and slammed against the jamb.

never try to trick me with a kiss
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