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The microwave beeps, making me jump. I remember how we’d used to hide before it reached the end, because it was a bomb or something in our minds. She pulls the bag of popcorn out with her wiry fingers. I watch as her frame disappears into the living room, her pale skin almost glowing in [...]

I’ve been drawing all day. The first picture was of a house, but it wasn’t exactly a house. It was all disconnected and out of place. Inside the house is a swingset. Sometimes I see swingsets in my nightmares, and also the pond beside my house. I never have violent dreams. Just ones where I’m [...]

My musings lately are of beauty and all its morals, the self of it that has settled itself upon me not unlike a plague. In everything, I recognize something I love. I now refuse to think of words such as “plague” and “death” as ugly. Endings can be beautiful too. My perspective is so changeable [...]