atelophobia:
n. the fear of being imperfect
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I'm a slut for sleeping with him, they said.
He wouldn't have wanted to see me otherwise, they said.
I'm better off dead, they said.
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The paint on my body eventually washed off.
But the water will never wash away the swirling colors of
soulless black,
etched forever on my every thought.
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I received a present today.
"Honey, I bought a t-shirt with SLUT printed on it, just for you. Your dear classmates would love it, won't they?"
She laughed as she shoved me into the shirt and gave my cheeks a rosy blush of pain.
They loved it, at school.
In fact, pictures were printed and they handed it out like little souvenirs.
A picture is worth a thousand words and mine is worth the word slut.
Their laughing jeers and festive sneers clouded
every
single
corner
of my sanctuary.
And yet, the only music I could hear replaying in my ears were
mother knows best, right?
YOU ARE READING
Falling
Short StoryShe thought that wings would allow her to fly. But, she didn't know it stings to have it spread across the sky. So, she finally took a step away from her own hell. With a smile that wept the girl silently fell. ~ A short story of a girl and her...
