Photo by Dilan NaGi on Unsplash The world was spinning. Blurring. Disintegrating. The air conditioning was too cold and the chair…
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Photo by Mariana Montrazi on Pexels Her breath was heavy. It was never this heavy. Tears began to stream down her…
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i. it is a gesture of love; the product of time well spent. ii. it is a mistake, a reason…
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I used to be haunted. You used to haunt me, and I lived every day in fear of your ghost infiltrating…
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i wish i could explain to you what it feels like to grieve something you still have. each morning, i…
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i am water. cascading / ebbing / flowing / rippling my body is not a straight line- but the ocean…