Going Blind

My words have become tiny.  They are scribbled down between loose leaf paper lines, a tiny cursive reminiscent of a young boy and a felt tipped pen.  Little scrappy words huddled together in the crack above my bed, the jagged yellowish claw the rain brought in, the one that I called ‘cousin’ because I knew […]

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