Once, I Was Asked Why I Stayed (#1)

Posted on December 17, 2016 by

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The necklace

around my neck

hands

or curse words slipping

 

across a Pine-Sol floor

I should’ve cleaned better                                    

like dishes

 

slamming against a wall

the muzzle

chilling my temple

an empty freezer

expired chipped paint

over a patched hole

 

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