carry a baseball bat at all times. when people ask why, take a swing and watch the way they flinch away from it. smash car windows as you pass, shatter kneecaps like fragile porcelain teacups when someone gets in your way. soon there will be a wide arc separating them from you.
lure them in. when they get close enough whisper whatever they want to hear, ignore the fear in the pit of your stomach and let them devour you. smear red lipstick like blood across their pulse and make them want you. make them beg for you. become something that is almost too easy to fall for, with your coy smile and soft hands, and then--
run.
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i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]
Poesía/ˌnänəɡˈzistəns/ the fact or state of not existing or not being real or present. (alternatively: the state of having dug your own grave into the wet earth of a forest far from everyone who ever pretended to care, lying down and letting maggots make...