weeks

“It is only a week of your life,” Mom says, often, “You’ll have more time soon.” It’s only a week. The words reverberate off the walls of my mind, echoing back and back before the questioning floodwaters fill the cavern. For how long do we tell ourselves it is only a week? Until there are... Continue Reading →

Regret

I wish my words had stayed in my mouth. But they sat there, smoldering, burning my throat. So I spoke them. And instead of relieving the hurt, I smote you with my tongue. A cacophony of notes, They fell, Limp and dull at your feet. The fire in my throat has been lulled to sleep... Continue Reading →

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