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Modern Medicine pg. 14The boy, as I realize now that he is, eighteen or nineteen years old at the most, stepped inside, skillfully avoiding hitting his head on the ceiling. I attempted to squirm deeper into the no-doubt completely useless tarp, but I am frozen, locked in fear. The expression on his face still positively murderous, he looked down at me, a bit of condescension picked out from the scarlet surface of his diamond-like eyes. I could feel the badger's cut burn in my flesh.
"You got guts, coming out here with just a knife and a cat for protection. You're lucky that the badger was the only thing that stumbled upon you. Kitlo will be in even more of a panic now that you've gone and gotten yourself hurt," he said, voice like an arrow biting into my flesh.
What I want to say is that I know this place like the back of my hand, that I used to come down here all the time with Steven, when we never brought knives and there were no badgers. I
Modern Medicine pg. 13I woke with a start, realizing I'd fallen asleep on the grass. I was dusted in dewdrops, and I shivered in the chilly morning air. It was freezing, but I suppose I should've expected so from a sunless forest. When I sat up, I noticed a large brown mouse, neck delicately snapped, dead at my feet. I gave a small shriek, and Stardust darted from the tent to see what was the matter, only to meow disdainfully and pluck the mouse off to feast on it elsewhere.
I retreated to the shelter and foraged about in my bag for some fresh clothes. None were to be found. I let a halfhearted scowl light my lips but curled into the blanket strewn across the tarp. No malice was left inside me to waste on my scenario now. I remembered I'd left my diary in the grass and darted quickly to retrieve it, retreating just as quickly. Setting it down with an exhale of relief, I was about to tuck it into a dry corner but noticed the date at the top of the page: October 31st, 2008.
"October 31st, 2008
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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