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Life Of A Part-Time Mermaid

"when you threw me to the wolves that night,
did you think they’d find me easy to swallow?
you’ve loved me more than the others; you know i claw and scream on the way down.

of course i bit back. i learned to love the moon.
i wore wolf skins as easily as my own.
i growled at death and watched him run.

please know that if you feel the hair rise on the back
of your neck, sense a shadow in the bathroom
mirror, find eyes in the thick of night, i am here.

i do not hunger after you.
i imagine you’ll taste exactly as i remember: sour, chalky, gritty. dirt under my nails.
i will be bored of this form soon.

i suggest next time, you try feeding me to dragons. — A STUDY IN SURVIVAL | m.c."

Me
I've been broken, I've loved and I've been hurt. A best friend, a hard worker, a loyal lover. I am simply human.

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Blown Away
Friday, August 17, 2012 @ 6:17 PM
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After all of the reading I've been doing, I've never cemented anything more than my desire to work with troubled youth.

The kids that come out of bad homes, and have drug problems. The ones that have suicidal tendencies and problems with coping. Those with families, those without, especially those without.

I could be okay working with kids in that department, but teens are so much more fragile and I would rather work with them so much more. Sometimes I scan the job listings, I know I can't get a job till I graduate. And it still won't be a therapist of any sort until I get a doctorate. But hopefully I can find a job doing something with them at a facility of some sort.

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