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In the place of a loved memory lives another photo. She picked up the small photo frame that once sat on her windowsill; it belonged in front of a flowerbed of lavender, rosemary and honey bees. She gazed at the photo lovingly, but expressed a hint of melancholy in her smile. It was merely anContinue reading “Placeholder”

The Turn-Tale Heart

I’m stuck. I’m stuck. I’m stuck. I hear your heartbeat from under the floorboards Tormenting me in my sleep and in my wake. It’s not real, I know it’s in my head Because I am alive and breathing, And you are not. Get out. Get out. GET OUT. It’s daytime, you don’t belong here, SoContinue reading “The Turn-Tale Heart”