Category: prose

And she never loses sight of where she’s going…not matter how comfortable she may be where she is.

And she may not have a lot, but at the same time she has everything.

#MostlyForHer

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And she stopped talking to herself as she got older because she was taught not to talk to strangers.

Do you still even know who you are?

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What do you want?

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And you must be careful not to choke on the toxic breaths as you frantically gasp for air, Love.

And the monsters beneath her bed could never compete with monsters inside her head.

Michael Carini | #MostlyForHer

Is there a date that stands out when your wings were ripped away?