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Look! I can see it, feel the glass beneath my palms. They’re out of reach. The room filled with flashing dancing colors countered and followed by black and white. The rhythm thrums against my skin, yet I do not hear the music. My voice burns within my throat yet it does not reach my ears.Continue reading “Home”

“You’re sure you’ve got everything packed.” Alicia nods as she tapes up the last box. It’s just large enough to fit her six spiral notebooks, the thesaurus her mother had given her and the multitude of pens, pencils, highlighters and two reams of printer paper. “I left out my clothes for tomorrow, on my dresser,Continue reading “Denial”