Waiting #amwriting

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Mired #amwriting

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Mired

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Redesign #amwriting

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Redesign

Last week when Mama was here this wouldn’t have happened: No milk. One slice of bread. Bananas so black they melt into the counter. Continue reading

In Circles #amwriting

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Her Empires Are Falling Down #amwriting

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Us #amwriting

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And, I hate to add this qualification, but I’m on vacation and while I will try to read everyone’s contribution, I apologize if it’s not in a timely manner.


 Us

You and me. Us.

Are there any stronger words? Two against all! You and me forever!

We huddled in that slight crevice, time and time again. You despised going home, especially on Fridays when your Dad’s paycheck bought liters of cheap gin and an ugly anger that marked bruises on your pretty face.

And me, my home was a sarcophagus, cold, where my parents stole to their own caves, not acknowledging me or each other.

You and me, us, holding hands, reprieve.

Us lasted a long time.

Until time threaded its skeletal fingers around your wrist stealing you away.

end 8/12/2017

Sascha Darlington