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They gave the monster a name. Not fate. Not chance. Not something I did wrong. A name made of too many syllables and not enough mercy. For weeks, I carried guilt like it belonged to me, turning every memory over in my hands, searching for the moment I thought I had failed you. Then the…
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It began with a whisper—a quiet pop,a timid trickle,so gentle I mistook the beginningfor an ordinary moment. Just after threeon a warm July afternoon,I stood to stretch my legs,never knowingmy world had already shifted. I called your father homewith uncertainty tangled in my voice.“Something’s changing,” I said,though neither of uscould yet imaginehow much. Between phone…
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Your glance arrives like evening rain,Soft enough to calm the fire,Warm enough to wake the sparkOf every quiet, hidden desire. You move as though the moon itselfHas taught your heartbeat how to dance;I lose whole conversationsInside the silence of your glance. The space between us hums with heat,A promise neither dares to name.Two souls suspended…
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October seventeenth,a date forever carvedinto the deepest corners of my heart. A morning that began with hope,with anticipation,with the promise of meeting my daughter. The world was asleepwhen I woke to the rhythm of contractions,each wave reminding me: She is coming. I welcomed the pain,believing every moment would disappearthe second I held her. And then,at…
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There are tiny hands that reach for me like I am the safest place in the world. And sometimes they don’t know how heavy my heart has been. They don’t know the battles I fought quietly. The nights I cried without making a sound. The pieces of myself I had to find again. They only…
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I have been broken open more times than I can count. By loss. By love. By goodbyes I never got to prepare for. I have carried storms inside a body that still learned how to hold sunshine. There were days I wondered if I was disappearing. But somehow, between the cracks, something kept reaching upwards.…
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Between Bruises and Blooms 