My crow black hair flew weightless in the wind as I stood in the middle of that field… oh, that field. So many vivid memories. So many hours with him. Too much to keep locked inside of my fleshy coffin… Midnight. I didn’t remember the date. I never knew the time or the date or… Continue reading The Field (Part 1)
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Venting: Chapter 4
I’m tempted to pick up the phone and tell them that I’m not coming in to work today. But I can’t chicken out. I can’t allow myself to go down that road again. You would’ve thought I’d learned my lesson last semester.