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The knife lays at the floor by her feet. She picks it up and turns it around so it points downwards.

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State of the Boat. #12 – My (One Year) Anniversary

I'm listening to Lamb of God right now so if this comes out reading angry, my bad.   Omerta.   Wow! One year...well, kinda. There was a few months there where I didn't write much of anything, maybe once or twice. Depression is very real and debilitating, in case you haven't noticed.   I want … Continue reading State of the Boat. #12 – My (One Year) Anniversary

Your Face Is Momentary.

Your reflection briefly passes on the blank television screen. The lights are off, which makes it that much more eerie. "Carol?" I call towards the doorway from my bathroom. Wet and cold, dripping with water fresh from the shower; I feel so vulnerable. The reflection shows again, walking past the lighted doorway mirroring me. A … Continue reading Your Face Is Momentary.