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Images replay in my head like a record that skips when it wants because you accidently scratched it when your daddy said not to touch it. Things come to me forewarned and on constant repeat like that as if it’s … Continue reading
[revamped] My childhood sweethearts were Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. We shared the same distinct fascination with the macabre. Teenage angst enveloped me–there was a sense of seclusion when I read their works billowing with sadness, sarcasm, and at times, … Continue reading
