A Clean Space
Come and hang out with me.
And in the summer of 1999, we are hiding from Abel for we imagine ourselves the same as the girl with flesh of daisies. She is Lisbeth with apricot lips and honey-wheat hair that glides so lovely around her hipbones when she walks. Lisbeth who must run hands along nails and leave rust behind. Lisbeth who eats cherries from between her thumb and index finger on the sun. Lisbeth who is sick with flowers that are blooming from her pores — they tell us in the hallways. She is Lisbeth who was missing for three weeks before coming in to the front office of Conway High School, floating in on a cotton candy cloud with her head down and a white robe on to officially drop out. Lisbeth who is god.
Send me a message and a story and I’ll shoot you over a code!