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Sick, sick, sick. Everything inside me is sick He broke me, reshaped me, and forgot to remove the shrapnel I needed her to survive him:...

January 5, 2022 In my history, I don’t recall many days with great clarity. Most of them bleed colors into the next day, week, or even year. It is a temperamental grey, not even a pretty grey. Instead, it is a spoiled blotch of marble that is not quite opaque or transparent. It streams in and out of my timeline, smudging the colors and blurring the details, until all that remains are storm clouds that never leave.  But I remember that day perfectly. August 6, 2020. The devil

I left Hathian. I swept its filth into a dust pan and trashed it. Once I moved to Las Almas, Nevada, the city faded from memory. Though I...

‘I love you.’ Mouths smack at me as their succinct words stumble over the tone. The tone plays dead while their syllables tether for me....