nicholas
Blotches, stained the carpet. Dry ink as dark as tears. I stared down at this mess and felt apprehension. We were leaving our home, full of our mistakes; our mishaps, our memories, to strangers. Strangers who would probably, rip, tear, shred and pull out part of our patchworked stories
writing since 2011 · 3 entries · 3 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Nicholas showed up.
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the words Nicholas reaches for
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