On a recent trip to the grocery store, I heard a strange creak each time we rolled to a stop. I looked back, turned to my boyfriend and asked, "What's in the truck?" I knew there is a spare tire, a box of old computer parts for the electronics recycle, and two P-100 masks and... Continue Reading →
A Skin-Colored Bandage
A skin-colored bandage covers the rot, the festering past, all the things that you're not. When no one's around, you pull back the cloth and pick at the flesh 'til your mouth starts to froth. Today, we must show up to prove we're the best; there's no room for failure and no time for rest.... Continue Reading →
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