Overgrown

I make a path through the lawn, grass tickling my legs as I look at the house. It’s paint is old, peeling and yellowed. The shingles are chipped and missing, the windows coated in thick layers of dust.  No one has been here in years. No one willing to stay and keep it clean, keep…

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Frail

I lift my hand from the warm embrace of my bed, holding it out for my son to take. He looks at me with wide eyes, doe eyes, so innocent and scared. He doesn’t know what to do seeing me like this, just a shell of what I was. “Charlie… Can you take my hand…

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Mindless

I look down at my mother, hair silver, skin the texture of a crinkled bag. Today she is knitting, something she hasn’t done for weeks, her hands steady as she does each stitch. I smile a bit, moving to sit down in front of her. “Hey ma,” I say softly, hand going to rest on…

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Skeletons

I was sitting. The couch was brown, fingers grazing over crushed velvet to make the shade shift from light to dark. I was thinking. The thoughts were about nothing and everything as I stared at the wall. It was a soft hue of yellow, like particles that go from flower center, to bees leg, to…

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