⠀⠀⠀A white white is not heavy, a wide white can encompass many but light and nothing lite does not mean light there is no fire it doesn’t even exist and can’t spew out of the stove burners burning until it’s bitter and slid into the trash like the balls of pepper seed on your tongue not tongue not tongue she said trash I said on the desk it said trash it said, you kept it I know know wow.
⠀⠀⠀Not nearly crazy is he is. Ignoring the you ignoring the not the you the you and it makes you twist, insisting you never did. In cyst was in your “tailbone” euphemism or lie to spare people like mists are like are like fogs or like this morning’s white dissipated come back like he left to the white not fog or cold maybe warm home, your home, your alone. You are alone too.
⠀⠀⠀And in the rain he didn’t leave you yellow or coffee or pizza or coffee and pizza because that is what it read said read reed, like this, “reed.” He you took a picture to never show him He you thought of something to never told him He you how would react if you told him He might stop Like now? Did he stop you refuse to think because the other already left to the white white, light white, not lite and deaf he is and you are to you him and him you. Other him please It’s nine years of waste but of course not seven years of you’re alone your dead dog.
⠀⠀⠀Not plain but plain. Do you understand? Plain.
⠀⠀⠀Scream for your and the screen happened (lowercase) and there were so many not-mists in the screen that became not-mists so fast, on (T)he (S)creen (uppercase) a number and faces and difference do you know the different between mist and not-mist? is mass and volume, and church and liquid in a beaker. But they had it was its difference for you and for your so your your dissipated like this morning’s fog every time there was The Screen (see). No your no odor no deaf no order no no teeth, no no-teeth, always teeth and that number you can get tattooed on your “tailbone” a euphemism | fourteen 14 7×2 15-1 four-teen do you get it? I lovet you. I lovet you. I lovet you.
Rhiannon Chavez was born and raised in Los Angeles, California, by parents who taught her to love all things geeky and nerdy. Rhiannon boasts that she is the only person she knows, besides her high school film teacher, to have learned almost everything about Star Wars. She is a freshman majoring in Creative Writing and hopes to write novels for Lucasfilm one day. When she is not writing, she spends the weekends with her cousin and sister playing Dungeons & Dragons and causing a ruckus.
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