MollyA

MollyA

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aunt

She wears a muumuu and practices voodoo. I don't like her hoodoo. It smells like dog doodoo. In actuality, she a minister. I don't see much of a difference.

frown

Flat is a fallen face. It is a crumble when it frowns.

To release the juices, drive through the spikes at various points. This way there will be an even distribution throughout the mixture.

Little hairs snuck up on the tips off fingers like wisps of dreams soon to be forgotten. Her face was a thousand pokers, alighting hands when brushed against.

Five fingers are spreading, begging for something. Light leaks in through the cracks and illuminates the grubby nails. You pull the trigger.

Blocks with only socks on can make feet look like confetti shreds. Navigating a terrain on razor wire is no way to stay comfortable.

gust

A small crack in the grey, dampened stones let in a salty gust of Northern air. The winter here was more like a purgatory: there was no snow, only cold.

writing since 2013 · 11 entries · 11 days shown up

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on this day 12 years ago

Molly wrote about terrain
“Blocks with only socks on can make feet look like confetti shreds. Navigating a terrain on razor wire is no way to stay comfortable.”

the words Molly reaches for

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