17, Still Can't Swim

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why do you think your mum is evil?

she stopped by our house today asking about your unicorn baby doll. i scorned, she didn't even know it was named after her.

georgiana. [in bold, gentle thick writing]

i remembered she grew two identical horns and a whirling mustache on a cosmetic brochure, courtesy of the hands of her daughter and the poor accidental child prodigy of the former convict next door.

your mum was a rosy porcelain victoria secret angel. when you were born, she had two dreams on her hands. she carried you first, but seven years after her wings hurled back and she flew an ocean away to leave you.

yeah, i believe you're right—she is evil. because now she's packing up all your things from teenage years and i saw her wiping off her guilt-ridden tears.

๓.
delilah