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Your Still Mine (Marshal's POV)
I sipped my vodka as I sat at the lone table on the west side of the ballroom. I am at a wedding for my frenemy, Bubba 'Gumball' Gillion. I'm just here to see the ugly faggot who married this loser. If you didn't know I am just here to perform a song or two, but I feel too drunk to even do that. I mess with my ivory locks of hair and unbutton my suit. I should be dancing, I know I should be doing something other than sitting on my ass. Women have came up to me so many times today it wasn't even funny, they were flirting and being down right stupid. "Marshal Lee please report to the stage" ugh that's my que, ha you know what's funny about this, I don't even know what song I'm gonna sing, ha. I gallantly walked up to the stage, taking in my surroundings, oh I am gonna laugh when I see that ugly mother fucking bri- "Miss Fionna
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*ring,ring* Fionna slammed her fist down on the alarm clock. She rose from her slumber and speeded down the stairs at the smell of bacon pancakes. "Hey Cattie! You makin bacon pancakes!" Fionna reached towards her sisters stacks of pancakes. her sister slapped her hand and fionna retreated. "Hey... what was that for!" Cattie's dark tan face looked at Fionna. "You need to get changed. your clothes are on the couch so you need to get changed. its your first day of school!" fionna sighed and walked into the living room. she saw a black miny skirt and a grey long sleeve button down shirt, with leggings and mary jane shoes. Well, i guess if i want pancakes i will have to get changed, fionna thought. she ran up stairs and quickly got changed. she walked down quickly and cattie gawked at fionna's apperance. "You look beautiful!" Cattie yelled fionna giggled "Now can i have some pancakes!" fi
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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