Unabridged Love

November 2, 2010
By , Mendon, MA
She daydreamed about running her
hands though choppy
brown hair, and whispering
secrets into pale pink lips.
She sang about passing
notes in class, and holding
hands in the cold cold winter.
She mused on nail marks and
maroon hickeys, lacing her pale
pale neck an back.
Bile swam in her mouth, hands
clutching her stomach.
She loves,
and she loves courageously.
But she loves another girl.

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