Almost Everything

The Survivor’s Guilt

Eyes the color of an iridescent ocean, never blue, but never green. Silky blonde hair blowing in the warm wind. Porcelain skin that almost reveals the storm of blue, purple, red veins just beneath the surface. Iridescent eyes exposing tiny red veins that could not keep his secrets. Silky hair that you spend hours taking care of, as it’s the only thing...

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The Pity Party

Faint screams. Shouting through hoarse tears that you will never get what you want because you are a terrible horrible person. My silky white-blonde pre-chemo hair blocking any last view of you. Hairy skin covered with a few extra layers, all stuffed into the same black jeans we bought after sushi on Lincoln Rd landed on your lap before the Chainsmokers...

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The Fall

As I paint pumpkins in the basement of my house, as my husband texts me that our pizza is ready, as Mama calls to ask if we are doing brunch tomorrow-- I think of Octobers spent with you in steaming South Florida pumpkin patches. We lifted up one of the pumpkins and realized that dirt was made to look like the...

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