·MARY HELEN·

They broke my fingers and they broke my bones. I am a ghost gasping through the exuberance of life. They haven’t seen horror like I have. The horror that neither moves you nor breaks you, but with one iron palm muffles you. The memories are not within me. They climb up on the walls like …

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HAVE YOU EVER SAID A REAL GOODBYE

I’ve always wanted to know if the birds ever felt free inside, Do they gaze above into the stars each night as my eyes do? How many places have their feet touch that the birds didn’t want to stay in? But the moment I step near them, they fly away in fear. And how many …

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