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The Words

Some days she can feel the words fluttering in the dimness of her belly, and squeezing through her limbs like tiny snakes – they are hot and anxious, confused by their entrapment. 834 more words

My Own Writing

She Used To Be a Good Girl.

“The first time I got pregnant,” she coughed on the fumes emanating from the end of a cigarette sticking out of the corner of her mouth, 392 more words