I thought I'd killed my darlings, But then they turned up breathing. All petal pink lungs and teeth-out smiles. I thought there might be headstones, But instead just rows of photos. All warm and quiet people, passing silent time. I thought I'd been done dreaming, But at night I wrote new stories. Without permission from … Continue reading My Dead Darlings
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Chaos, a friend. [SHORT PT. I]
Her parents named her Holliday, but she went by Olli. She had just set up shop, selling jewelry and weed out of a rundown storefront rented by her friend Trevor, who sold t-shirts with his artwork screen printed on them. Olli had met Trevor in NA a couple years back, when she'd thought maybe she … Continue reading Chaos, a friend. [SHORT PT. I]
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