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There are bruises on my legs again.
Maybe I tried too hard for the stars - struck hemispheres of dreaming too big - while I count one, two, three, four, five shiners on my legs, ten lookers on each arm (your jointed peals of rage) and, probably, forty-four on my heart – though it’s not like I ever counted the number of times you beat me down, before.
It never did matter if I was enough for the 16 years - or for the Escitalopram - because I was never a star jumper that could trade in comets for the cratered, disfigured life of meteors.
There are bruises on my legs again, and I think I should stop dreaming.
How to Sleep and Never Wake Up
alannah
defeathered
WHAT? I wrote prose?
Yes. and quite horribly. However, thoughts would still be appreciated. Inspired from the way my legs always seem to sport bruises (I knock them on everything - it's a wonder they still work).
I kind of want the "and I think I should stop dreaming" to have more of an impact... however, I'm unsure what to do. Your thoughts? Or did it strike you well enough in the repetition of the idea?
Weak spots? I know there's probably millions, so please feel free to tell me!
Thank you so much for your time.
~ Critique, as always, is deeply appreciated ~