Curtis died eleven days ago. Farrah died eight days ago. Leah died six days ago. Harry died three days ago. Jerome died yesterday. I was the last, I was next.
I slide down the embankment to
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Short Fiction
5 min
I don’t recognize this weathered place ... [+]
The path I know
I’ve come to know
Memorized with
Feet not eyes
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On Sunday morning the air is sweet,
orange zest and poppy seeds and
flour pushed across the
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I was always a barefoot kind of girl. I had shoes of course, I just preferred not to wear them. Whenever the weather was warm enough I liked to spend my time outside, wading through tall grass and ... [+]
My Body, My Home
I.
Can I come over tonight?
Yes
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The truth about Dorothy
is that she maybe was right in the words she spoke
as
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The Walls surround me.
They shrink closer with each breath.
Space is shrinking, air is
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I put one foot in front of the other
On a cold saturday morning
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