Where club strips off her dark circles, where the pole merry go rounds her adolescence of naked lies, where her pinkish dimples tucks into the concealer, she yet has her 'eye shadow' smudging the contours of her classroom window when he never played volleyball again, Her nails pruned while fingers washed away dishes in the sink, "this home nags a lot!", Her head banged on the door, unconsciously murmured. while the sun hung itself above her shelf, she saw peeking through bed sheets, ebbs of her hairy mess teased by the dawn, that how one hangover complains under a flickering lamp that grew watching her overdose when step-mom rumoured her as a summer maid. she fainted lying on bed, puzzling all the things her hands slid across, the contraceptives, her cell phone, the home keys as dormitory didn't bully her pony-tail anymore. Sky ducked the crawling sun dipping the horizon and tossed slippers worned out of her deliberate feet taps, being impatient to poach eggs in a fry pan tarnished with a ruthless scrubber. while her door bell never rung, her paranoia for the brown muffins escalated the stairs as she remembered that neighbour aunt who used to invite her for house-warming. "I shall stay home today, those cigarettes are too harsh, I was evanescent in their diluting pupils and that alley is claustrophobic", she fumbled while she cut herself the salad. Her wardrobe skirt, the high heels couldn't go for college prom night with him, rather were only a piece of clothes unfit for people's sanity. She creaked the plates serving the tempted guts, marching towards the uncleaned wafer crumbles lied over her the sofa, she firmly sat with a TV remote, "mumma which chocolate have you bought?" hearing the show's weakened signals frustrating the antenna, she screamed, "ugh this cat must have been fussing around her tail", forgetting how the woman in the park few days ago envied her stockings, "let's turn this off", she quivered her lips pursing them on the sofa, she smelt the cushions and her void snored loudly to the presence.
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