Dream

I dreamed my home was full. Mom and dad were in the kitchen singing along to the radio and burning the toast again. I made my way downstairs and watched them peacefully. He took her hand and spun her until she playfully fought him off with the threat of coffee down his shirt. My sister ran to me…

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Unsent Letters

I’m going to tell you now I’m a bit harder to love than most. It’s because I grew up with ghosts at my home and fallen debris. I turned myself into an armor of steel so I would be protected from slashes and whips and people like you who might break me…

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