Ideas

It came to me. In the dead of night. These little ideas. Snippets, rather. Not fully formed. Words that long to be written. The darkness wants to be expressed. My scars want to share their story. The desire to express it. Ideas on how. It all came to me. And the path is illuminated. That…

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Good Girl

Lea was a good girl. She woke up at the appropriate time, every day. She made her bed. She brushed her hair. She brushed her teeth. When it was time to eat, she ate. Her mother always praised her at breakfast. Her father smiled over his coffee. Lea was a good girl. Every day, she…