Lost Girl

One day, I ended up among one-sided socks, misplaced keys, piles of couch change, pieces of toys, earring backs, and that one shoe. The landscape of the absent only remembered upon seeing them again. A terrain made of the out of sight and out of mind for too long. I wondered how I ended upContinue reading “Lost Girl”

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Manipulated Grief

  It happened. No one told her he could take her “no,” mix it with her insecurity, and twist it until it resembled a timid “okay.” Her heart raced for all the wrong reasons and she tried to find more “no’s.” between the pain and her shame, but nothing would come. She focused on itContinue reading “Manipulated Grief”