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softestlove:

“She looks at me like an apology
sprouting from her holy lips.
I tell myself
this is how two girls love each other:
with bared teeth and desperate fingers
intertwining in the dark.
She’s running late by fifteen minutes and
I’m always the one waiting.

On the last week of high school
we watch a film about nuclear explosions and
I cry because
that’s how my heart feels lately.
Sometimes I think the only thing
I know how to do anymore is hide.
Shame is no unfamiliar killer for girls like us.”

— excerpt from Blood Red by Angel