Giving up your ghosts
Giving up your ghosts
Sitting on the floor of a dark closet, filled to the brim with clothes on hangers and boxes of memories piled on top of each other, I am overflowing. With a flashlight clenched in my fist and my breathing heavy, the space starts closing in on me and I am helpless.
His hands and my panic. In one moment, they were a single entity. That one moment is frozen in my mind and I despise how this man can…
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