Caroline. Mumbles. Spark of light deep down in the ground. Full of fire, subject to change.
Stimie tells me I bareknuckle box the horizon.
1993, she, her
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God called me Fish Heart. Lily Mouth. I was an evening sort of girl. He liked me better ripped up, bar bathrooms, bar peanuts, skip the small talk. We’re both Adam. We’re both Eve. In the mornings, swallowing bait, swallowing nails, pulling apart the microwave, two forks and an empty socket. …