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    molly ofgeography
    • Jul 25, 2016
    • 1 min

    Death (as I had known her until then)

    Death (as I had known her until then) was a red dress. In a country song she kissed tequila on the mouth and did not blink-- you were never the same but she was never any different. Death as I had known her was not cruel. She was impatient. She ate when she wanted. All things must eat, and Death was a thing that was hungry. I had not met Death dressed like this. I had not met her with long fingers. I had not met her on days when she decided to stay. To make her
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    molly ofgeography
    • Jul 16, 2015
    • 2 min

    The Act of Not Writing

    Use the last sentence of the closest book to you as the first sentence of a story. We finger empty notebooks and then feel dirty about it, their empty pages like vacuums for all the promises I breathed into your mouth. I'm going to write you down. "You didn't," says you-in-my-head, so sharp and hi-def in the clasp of your shoulder and your bicep but blurred and weary around the eyes I am already forgetting. "You didn't write anything." My fingers shiver into their goosebump j
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