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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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Never Too Late
Tuesday, December 23, 2014 @ 3:53 PM
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Last night Cass and I were talking, and that made me realize that the past leaves things in it even if they aren't a huge impact in your life.

Like as a kid all of the bullying/abuse we both suffered left different lasting impacts for us both. She handles things completely differently than I do. And while I don't have these huge issues there's tiny chips that you take away with you. Mine is not liking crowds, being surrounded/trapped, and hating small spaces. Which isn't this huge thing right? But it's there.

Or that every shitty relationship you have that leaves traces behind. Like I can't get phone calls from numbers I don't know without getting this sinking feeling. For one of two reasons
A) I'm always afraid it's some chick to bring me bad news about someone I have some sort of romantic interest in
or
B) It hits on some weird reminder that I dated someone who wouldn't call, and spent a year pretending to be someone they weren't. Well they spent more like 9 years pretending, but I only bought it for the first year I knew them.
Which is a pretty random thing to gain from relationships, most people get wrong number or telemarketer phone calls without feeling nauseous.

Or that I drink to fix things. Because if I can't fix it, I might as well not have to think about it. And on some twisted level I'm convinced that it will fix it. If I'm out of my head for a while and do shit I hate. Make myself hate me more, then maybe somehow I'll feel better on some level right? No? Well shit.

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