Childhood
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Difference
When she’s nice to me, it feels like entrapment. I need to watch what I say. Because it may be used as evidence against me. Against my belief that I am innocent. And there is nothing I can say that won’t incriminate me, that would Continue reading
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Stay
By making it impossible to do so, they nurtured my tendency to imagine escape. It’s become such a part of me that longing to be elsewhere, to just… go, is automatic, echolalic. It’ll waken if I cross over railways. Or when I stare out to sea. And it will linger. Whispering, because it found some part… Continue reading
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Silence
I want the silence that isn’t. The quiet of the outdoors. Not the closed doors, no radio, quiet footsteps on the stairs. Not being able to tell who it was by their unique creaks. Or needing to learn which floorboards would betray your own small steps. I want the silence that sings, and the quiet that soothes… Continue reading
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Ghosts
They always seem to feel so judged by me. And yet compassion for them has always been what saved me. Saved me from their rages. From their tongues. And their hands. Because how else could I have survived it all, but to imagine that they too must be carrying some great, deep torment; some ghost in… Continue reading
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