I woke up late at eight, from bed, and fell with a yell into the well of my teacup. I thought of a hiccup or a rescue plan at ten, but soaked up sleep after a clean icing sweep from a consoling cake tin which promised not to tell. - suzan abrams -
Look through the mirror for glass mingled with the blood on your palm to tell a tale all different from the minted glint of a cosmetic face in its statued harlequined moment. suzan abrams
"He said I was his for eternity and pounced for an ounce of me. He cut me open with a pendant but misplacing his glasses, stole a sliver of my liver and not the shard of my heart." - suzan abrams -
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