She Spoke For Herself

"everything will work out. we both just need some space."

the last ten words of the firefly.
one month ago exactly.

one month i've been in darkness.

one month i've been hopeless.

one month i'm never getting back.
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going to the muse's tomorrow
first time i've felt like going out in one month.

dressing up and everything.
painted my nails.
gave myself a facial.

first time i've wanted to be pretty in a month.
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90 on a math exam
and since the teacher is a witch
my final grade was an 89.4.

rounded down.

hard work for less than perfection.

so close i almost grasped it.
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dear angels, take me home today
i'll swallow poison sweet
and join you in a better place
until the rest i meet.