Category: journal
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Guilty
I am the swollen tongue that impedes the cry. The tears carving valleys in puffy cheeks. The thunderous beating of the heart in the ears. If the truth is what hides in the cough that tries to escape, is guilt the quivering hand that covers it? What then is absolution,…
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Deer Trails
You know how our earliest roads were made? The animals. Stamped in the soil as they made their way to water and safety. Their tracks set in earth, we learned the trails to avoid, like bear as well as the ones to follow, rabbit, deer. Soon our steps covered theirs…
