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Reflections of a Sour Drop - SK
A white tear bled from the foil seam, a cold, lactic rot sliding down her woven leather heel, drawing a pale, sour map across her instep. I watched the porcelain skin of her shoe drink the milk, and in that quiet curdling, my entire small frame snapped. A choir of jagged iron shrieked beneath my skull, tearing through the bone and behind my eyes: a ruined child deserves no sun. I did not wait for any reflex. I dragged myself by the throat, spat curses into my own ears, and ran. I bolted past the garden gate, past the tall, unbothered grass, my bare feet slapping the dirt in a rhythm of self - contempt and fault. In the damp dark behind the compost heap, I pressed my face into the stinging nettles, scraping my knees against the jagged limestone, offering my own raw, bleeding shins to the air to pay the debt for what I had done: I pray the earth shall swallow the wretched thing I am.
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