

9-23 to Present.My life in three months. September, October, November. The beginning,9-23 to Present.
middle,
and end
got all smashed into the middle. September I met you,
September I fell in love,
September I became one of your only two friends. October was the beginning,
October you said "I love you,"
October was "I love you too;"
but October was
"It's not working," and
"I'm sorry,"
too. November you love her
(again),
November I was sad,
November I resolved
all the problems,  


NamelessThis is part two, part one is called "They Said Don't Scream"Nameless
Her hands are bloodied and torn by the shattered mirrors lying silent at her feet. The only sound now is her breathing, ragged and heavy, and the silent, wet plops of blood, dripping and pooling from her fingertips. Her legs are shaking, her arms are shaking, she's trembling all over, from what she doesn't know. Fear, adrenaline, exhaustion, elation; perhaps all four. Either way, she's shaking. She drops to her knees with a small sound of surprise; she forgot that could happen when ones body


They Said Don't Scream She was surrounded by mirrors, surrounded by herself, surrounded by fractions that didn't fit together to form a cohesive whole. Only three. Or four. What's the middle part called? Is it a part, a piece, another fraction? It's the refracted, fragmented, Picasso-painting Body. Does the Body have its own? It's empty when they're in the mirrors, it's empty and lifeless and bruised; and repaired, if only just. They look, her reflections, sad, critical, nonchalant. They care, but they don't, because they never agree on what thThey Said Don't Scream
| Hi. I'm bored. |
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Master...I'm Yours...
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Master...I'm Yours...
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