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Suicide Hotline Butterfly .2.O = operator. X = anonymous caller.
O: Hello, this is Robin at Suicide Hotline Butterfly, may I help you?
X: Hi, Robin. Remember me?
O: You're the young man who called several nights ago, correct?
X: Spot-on. How have you been feeling?
O: I'm here to help you, sir. Has your mood improved since we last spoke?
X: I feel fantastic. You look nice in blue, by the way. You'll look even better entirely blue, no?
O: ...How do you know what I'm wearing?
X: Call my psychic. How I know is irrelevant.
O: Do we know eachother?
X: Also irrelevant. Anywho, I made those horizontal cuts you were informed about before. Quite a lovely bunch to add to
Suicide Hotline Butterfly .1.O = operator. X = anonymous caller.
O: This is Robin at the Suicide Hotline Butterfly, may I help you?
X: I don't know, may you?
O: How are you feeling tonight, young man?
X: What makes you think I'm a young man? My voice? What if I had cancer of the larynx...
O: Oh... my apologies, I...
X: I'm kidding. I am a guy.
O: Oh. How may I help you then, sir?
X: I want to slit my wrist, three inches, horizontal. Seven times, right arm. Any tips?
O: I must urge you not to act hastily, please; tell me why you're feeling suicidal.
X: If I were suicidal, I wouldn't have said horizontal, now would I? Three cuts, vertical, seven inches long - THA
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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