The morning after everything became less extraordinary Came too late. I was just myself again. A woman, not a puzzle Or piece of anything I never wanted to go back to a place where Colors did not radi
I am sitting up in a bed that is not mine and staring at a smooth white ceiling. The doctor has just departed my hospital room. In the blank space that is left I have been envisioning home and an em
There are sometimes small nebulous moments, like tonight, where I am suddenly aware of the thrum of . my heartbeat. These moments always come at random. It’s a bit confusing - my heart isn’t beating a
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