the first attempt

Her name was Mary, but she was no virgin.Her insides were made up of blackberry dust andneedles, memories of the day the ferris wheel froze.It stood in the middle of the fair and made shadowedcliffs across the snowy hills.The voice behind her licked at the spacebehind her knees, blew her kisses as the edgescalled her closer and begged for a release."You'll die if you keep this up, little girl,you'll die if you don't kill yourself first."

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