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| The overseer of several children and their fatal finales. Check out the rest of their misfortunes in Now I Mourn My ABCs. |
Midnight MidnightMidnight by ~AppleJuiceJadeDear
1
It is noon only in the kitchen
And we are told stories
we will to be true
by the woman not-our-mother
"A goose with
ducklings" sinking
beneath soapsuds and oil
2
Through the wall
crafted bliss
fabricates voices talking
breaking. We gasp
and our breath stops time
Call Waiting Call WaitingCall Waiting by ~AppleJuiceJadeDear
You know the day isn't going to start off well when you wake up to see the ghost of yourself sitting at the foot of your bed. You also know that, no, it wasn't all those drinks last night making you hallucinate when you wake up again after fainting and see that the ghost is still there.
This was a new addition to my morning routine. After sitting up for a third time to find a transparent version of myself staring back at me, I figured I'd either cracked at last, or this was real.
The ghost waved and said "Hello" in my voice, but the sound was distant, as if she spoke from the far room. I decided then that it was real.
"Wh
(you are also a lovely model) 
Wow! 
