You sunk to the bottom of my stomach that immediately felt like I imagine a bubble would while carrying a weight that is not it's own. You've stolen all...
*She fell asleep with the murder weapon in her hand. And still ringing...
*They become sobbing ill-neccesities
*That night was supposed to be closure,
it was supposed to be closure.
It didn't feel like closure.
It felt like open heart surgery with no Novocaine,
It felt like open wound....
It was supposed to feel like rain
like deep rest
like healing.
It felt like tearing....
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