writing
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The Ghost of You
I was 21 He was 29 I met up with him and his friends All his age… Who laughed and jeered at how young I was. So I drank. Drink for drink with the 6’7 power lineman. We hopped from… Continue reading
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6 June 2023
I am trappedin the cycleof grieving the bodyof my sixteen-year-old self. My mind has placeda limiton the numberthe scale is allowed to show before the thoughts begin. Just five pounds. Lose five pounds,then you’ll be beautiful. Everyone tells meit’s because… Continue reading
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The River That Returned Me
I was eight, standing with my parents and older brother, preparing to perform my carefully curated tumbling pass and trampoline routine for my competitive gymnastics team practicing in a city on the outskirts of Houston. Defying Gravity was the competition’s… Continue reading
