Repetitive

Apollo stared at your shoulder blades, watching the others get dagger-stabbed in the stomach until he figured out how to name you Cassandra, name you Daphne, name you after flowers as you die, until you try to take a permanent marker to your birth certificate as though everyone’s forgotten that you’re alive–

and they call the sounds he twists from your silence beautiful.

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