Frosty was the perfect husband. He never spoke and hid his feelings well, but he was nothing before he met me. It was a perishing winter that year and the snow fell heavily for days. When it finally stopped, we…
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When the pregnant girls first arrive at St. Eulalia’s Home for the Lost and Wayward, the nuns take them to see the Frozen Child. The Frozen Child, her feet locked in ice, her mouth wide and dark as an open…
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Once I was small, held in another’s palm, running along life lines, diving into fate lines, skipping over heart lines, a horizon beyond eternity my only view. Now I push the sun a little lower in the sky each year….
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You slip. Fall. Wonder what you’ve broken this time. You wait for some new pain to sound alongside the slow tolling that’s rang inside of you through years of pills in the morning and pills at noon and pills again…
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I feel like I’m dying lately and some days this motivates me to do everything I can before my time runs out and other days it motivates me to do absolutely nothing at all. But I won’t regret the outcome…
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