It's All In The Cards....
series - fifth out of thirteen
confessional+confessional by Rhapsodomancy
and you know, at first
the silence isn't so bad. just
footsteps muffled in denial. it's almost easy to believe there is
a reason for her to leave;
it's probably quite
simple. not enough love, or maybe too
much. a thousand miles from the tide
and it's laundry day, wet sheets
heavy and unmanageable, flapping like
waves. she says,
I don't foresee
myself getting drowsy,
not when it's keeping me awake.
[she's looked behind the couch and the
garbage disposal but it's still not there.]
one day, she says, I'll take
my leave and I won't even look back,
I won't ever look back.
maybe it's because she knows she can't
like this. she knows he has a heart, wants
to rip it out of
two weeksmadeline wants to paint a picture on a canvas.two weeks by rachel-rhapsody
she wants to build a tree house and wants her netball team to win the final.
meet someone new every day. she wants to realise pink's an ugly colour and throw out all of her clothes.
she wants to make her first phone call to a boy and hold his hand and go to his house. she wants to get butterflies and wants to share a hot chocolate with him. she wants to have her first kiss.
she wants to listen to music until its all she can hear. she wants to fail tests and say fuck studying, she wants to get a detention and wants to tell her parents that she handed in the excursion money, but keep it for herself.
madeline wants to get high and get a piercing and tell everyone she's fighting the power. she wants to try being vegetarian for a week. she wants to skip school and go to parties. she wants to stumble home in the early morning.
she wants to detox and spend all sunday sleeping. she wants to apologise to her parents and try so very hard to