thank You

Over a hundred little orange pills were arranged in a perfect line across my dresser. The sad thirteen-year-old, the one who wore my shoes, ate one at a time, tears streaming silently down her face. I'm watching. I'm afraid for her. I want to scream because I know what brought her here - why can … Continue reading thank You

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alive

She lost her balance on a tightrope, The expectations of others And the lies that she ate Finally weighed her down; To a swift and permanent descent, A crushing blow. Landing on the familiar ground Where she'd begun, Bones cracking on the sidewalk She used to decorate as a child. The silence as deafening As … Continue reading alive