her gloveless hands presenting dusty news her crisp brown eyes rising and quickly plummeting to her graying sneakers with each squeaky swipe of the automatic doors as shoppers exit, heavy bags swinging from their elbows this word in front of that word that you hear yourself say to her we suffer when we believe in […]
m.nicole.r.wildhood
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Not Jumping
The honest power of a winter-shocked sun is doing its best but it still looks like the scarce light is coming from the blue. The sky among the clouds is like chipped paint— nothing is falling, though. Face your fears, they said. I remember trying to forget all about that […]