grief


  The truth may hurt for a little while, but a lie hurts forever—especially if it starts while we’re young. Naivete protects, but only for so long. Innocently developing brains absorb multifarious influences that pour into id and ego’s foundations. As we grow our sub-conscience clings to these diverse exposures, sorting the positive and negative to shape our identities, emulating the good and shedding the bad. Truth becomes...

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i happened upon a still meadow where i saw the memory of our bodies loving under the soft white clouds in the bluest of blue skies, i felt the breeze upon my shoulders and remembered the elegant gentleness of your touch, i closed my eyes and felt the warmth of the sun on my eyelids and there you were fluttering kisses from your whiskered mouth onto my lips. nature’s peace now surrounds, tranquil quelling carries crickets’...

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They burned you. I watched your thinning blond hair and prominent nose roll away behind the window of the hearse and then they burned you. Not two months earlier you were at my house for Christmas dinner. And we laughed, and you stayed extra nights because the storm kept you from driving home and I cried when you left even after extra days together, because I love you so very much. Yes I loved you as intensely as a daughter could, and...

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one grows eerily accustomed to the waiting, almost immune to the life draining away from them in the next room as if the jaundiced sleeping form isn’t human now that its riddled with foreign cannibalistic cells, slowly eating him alive from the inside out bustling activity beyond his bedroom door feigns significance in comforting his eroding body an ear pressed against the door jamb crack confirms he still breathes and the...

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