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“my plague doctor, my beloved.” I’M SICK TO MY STOMACH

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MY GIRL

“Your eyes were green before.” And they’d tasted of lime and sweat and ice, had dissolved on my tongue like crème. I had eaten those like I’d eaten the heart, the hand.

Why

why am I reading this??

the plague doctor’s curls are taking me out

I’m trying to eat my chips.

maybe I’m scared

AHHHH

she calls them “my” plague doctor I’m sick to my stomach