“Dead Self thoughts reincarnated in words” by Stela Xega
Darling, listen. no matter what we do our fingers will end up blistered, our palms bloody if we look into the mirror long enough to …
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Darling, listen. no matter what we do our fingers will end up blistered, our palms bloody if we look into the mirror long enough to …
I lost my heart last night. It must have happened in my sleep. I didn’t notice at first, but when I looked in the mirror …
Hypertension: Each bus line a grime-filled artery, Each soup line snaking concrete corners, slithering in human filth like wet soil, wet and thick …