mason jar of tears
nothing is wrong. everything is wrong.5.19.2006
Part 3.
Dirty blonde clusters of what didn't make it to the wastebasket or her t-shirt covered the bathroom sink and floor. She paused before cleaning the mess to ask herself for the ninth time that day, "am I dreaming?"
Dirty blonde clusters of what didn't make it to the wastebasket or her t-shirt covered the bathroom sink and floor. She paused before cleaning the mess to ask herself for the ninth time that day, "am I dreaming?"
Part 2.
Suddenly she remembered where it was she kept her true soul.
It was inside a shoebox on a shelf inside a dream of her old room
in the old house, her parents' house that burned down.
Part 1.
Left alone on a rainy day with scissors, she cut her
hair.
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