Take my hand, I will hold you tight. That mask you hold is deep and thick, hiding your true self from all who look. I see it getting heavier, weighing down on your innocent mind and little body. Those tiny fingers drumming, hands and feet rhythmically moving, discarding the lights, the voices, the noises that… Continue reading Take my hand
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Broken Soles
“Not even a kiss goodbye” my lips coyly poised as he leaned forward and took hold of the handle. The heat of his breath intimate against my face. The door opened out onto a gravel yard. A pathway made by the back and forth tracking of different comers and goers lay ahead. “Happy Valentine’s Day”… Continue reading Broken Soles
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