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3/16/19

The hole swallows me whole. Consumes me, total. I am only a hole. Insatiable. Unable to be filled. Unfathomable. Hollow. In my space and time I seek. I told myself I was whole. I thought I loved myself. I lost myself in the hole. I walked down into it and then it was covered over.Continue reading “3/16/19”

City Girl Goes Home

When I am in the city I am obsessed. Obsessed with what I’m wearing, what I’m doing, who I am being. I need more. I don’t have enough. I have so little. I’m always low on gas, almost out of make-up, never having enough clothes to look as cute as the girl next to me.Continue reading “City Girl Goes Home”