Tag Archives: self
atonement.
i’m covered in scratches. and i’m willing myself not to cry. i will not be physically beaten down. and she used all her own weight. and my own arms against me. and my throat is sore. and head aching. and … Continue reading
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calendar.
it’s gone six in the morning. i’m sitting in the front room now with just desk lamp on instead of the main lights. and i’m using the light of my laptop to see by. i still haven’t slept. i’m tapping … Continue reading
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one hundred and nineteen.
and her big toe clicks with every step. and when her hair’s up there are too many baby hairs. and her left foot drags behind. and her whole body spasms more often than not. her room is just extended doodlings. … Continue reading
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