acid washed dreams

back when we made potions in the trees with flowers and soap and yellow maple leaves. when your sister and my own pulled out all of their teeth. a bloodied smirk of a job well done. the tooth fairy must have had so much fun. do you remember when the ghosts would chase us? the irony of aging. we never were able to escape our monsters, they just grew and festered in our pores.

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