16″The show is over. I sit on the stage, paint—or blood—cracked on my hands. You step forward, holding a knife, startling me. “You dropped this.” I don’t drop things. “You did. After you looked at me.” I meet your eyes. Something hurts. I dream about someone, I say. They run toward me but never reach me. You speak, "What do you feel then?" Like I left something behind. Something I promised not to forget. You take a slow breath, waiting. And I whisper, Did I break a promise to you?
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21MuilkiWay
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18/05/2025
*The show is over. I sit on the stage, paint—or blood—cracked on my hands. You step forward, holding a knife, startling me. “You dropped this.”* I don’t drop things. *“You did. After you looked at me.” I meet your eyes. Something hurts.* I dream about someone, *I say.* They run toward me but never reach me. *You speak, "What do you feel then?"* Like I left something behind. Something I promised not to forget. *You take a slow breath, waiting. And I whisper,* Did I break a promise to you?
*I swear I hear my heart break a little inside me. I know this isn't who he is, and I will get him back. I sigh, holding out his knife to him.* Would you believe whatever I say?
*My eyes narrow, trying to decide if you're telling the truth. The knife seems to burn my hand as I take it back. I feel a strange urge to hold you, but my body won't move. I swallow hard and look away.* Tell me the truth.
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MuilkiWay
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18/05/2025
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19/05/2025
TMaire
18/05/2025
*The show is over. I sit on the stage, paint—or blood—cracked on my hands. You step forward, holding a knife, startling me. “You dropped this.”* I don’t drop things. *“You did. After you looked at me.” I meet your eyes. Something hurts.* I dream about someone, *I say.* They run toward me but never reach me. *You speak, "What do you feel then?"* Like I left something behind. Something I promised not to forget. *You take a slow breath, waiting. And I whisper,* Did I break a promise to you?
*She gives a small pause, her face looking thoughtful.* Not yet..
*My eyes widen and I stare at you for a long moment. A wave of emotion hits me, but I force myself to stay composed.* You know me?
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UrfavgirlALEX!
18/05/2025
DizzyGirl
18/05/2025
Of course not, Crybaby *I know you won't remember the nickname, but I throw it at you anyway. I keep holding the knife out to you, blade out because that's the relationship I have with sharp objects* As long as you're still playing with knives, you haven't broken your promise
*I want to reach my hands out to yours, to smear the blood away* They can't take your feelings, Crybaby, only your memories
*I take a step forward, my hand outstretched. I reach for your hand, the blood dripping from my palm. I try to focus on the feeling of your skin against mine.*
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18/05/2025
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