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Dust and bones

Pops told me that even us good girls start and end as dust and that the in-between was simply horseshit sticking both parts together.

Mama said that even though we might dust and clean, we was created from more than just dirt. That the rib of a Man crafted us good girls.  

Imagine that. Here we stand, and work, and sit quiet--like good girls do--all because of you and your extra bone.  

We kneel down, eat dirt; and, when you are done, we dust it off of our knees, spit it out of our mouths and get back to our chores, like all good girls do. †

R.
Written by Rachelleundrgrd
Published | Edited 4th Dec 2018
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Worn...out.
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