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I came here to put down my secret words, but no place feels safe to keep them. I — I want — I still — I hope — I — So, instead, I let them live in the place only secret words can — my head (my heart?) — and swallow me up like a… Continue reading Secret Words
I once knew where I was going. Had the keys, had the map, had the whole damn tricky tap tap of the tin box holding my twin locks. Just like that — let's go. But now. Now. I'm rooted to the spot. Sticky trickly toffee pudding caramelizes my toes. It burns, it scorches, it blackens… Continue reading Stuck
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