A Lamentation of things past Grief is laying claim to its resting place—twisting and turning me out of my skin. I do not know the woman I see in the mirror. She can no longer survive everything. She begs me to notice her, too—to know that her heart can’t take another breaking. I’m listening… I hear her. I’m listening… I feel her. Here we go again. Originally published via Substack Notes. Scattered Words: Hardcover $26.00 USD|Scattered Words: eBook $11.00 USD|Scattered Words: Amazon
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