So then you’re a gourmand with men too? You’re interesting. You wear a lot of makeup. You look pale, pretty but pale, going to send you for a blood test. Really, that job, why? Reality check. Be sure of what you can and can’t do. What do you want? (This girl!) You want to come over? (This girl!) I can make you cum five times. It’s just fucked up what she’s doing. You have to get over yourself. If you keep on saying that it’s no good, it’ll be true. (This girl!) He said she’s a good girl. You’re not twelve anymore. Are you a virgin? (Threw my clothes from that night away.) Just give up. Watch out for her. Text message: Whore! (x28) Relax your shoulders. This girl!
What’s the difference between life and fate if
They say that you have to find out for yourself, and it’s
Like taking an eggshell and breaking it even more,
That these moments never last, but they beg to differ
It’s just me, cleaning my Mickey Mouse earrings on
The darkest and longest (loneliest?) night of the year,
Girls on Twitter going: my therapist warned me bout u!
There’s your parents, and then there’s the government, similar. You know that you can’t force people to tell you anything. But you might get lost in silence. When you say something to me later it makes sense, thinking about it, so thank you for that. Stop your dramatics. This is something you’re obligated to do, socially, morally, legally, not sure why they chose you but not me though. You can’t just erase someone of the past, can you? It pushed me. Change your ways. If I was living a different life, I would understand. All in all, I’m happy.
BIO: Christina V. Antonovskaya’s prose works and poetry have been featured online; on personal blogs, Metatron, Lemon Star Magazine, L’Éphémère Review, Awkward Mermaid Magazine, among others, and she is currently working on publishing her book of poetry titled 'The Symptom'. From just north of Toronto, completed BA in Psychology, and writing has been a serious passion since early teen years and she uses it to understand and make sense of the world and her own perceptions of it.
