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Wednesday, July 14th, 2010 09:01 pm
Title: Pruning
Word Count: 100
The petals that she chewed on were sweet.

They're red like the boy's blood is red, under her fingernails, red like the oily licks of his hair, red and curved and soft like the boy's eyes, and she ripped them off their stems (the flowers that is; though how she wishes) and chewed on them.

Perhaps, by taking him in, she can remove all signs of that-Other-who-is-not-her from that boy. Remove all that is Other, and leave herself on his face next to the ghost of his father.

She has been trying, but her marks don't stay. She will try harder.
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