There’s an image in my mind.
I’m standing, alone and facing a mountain.
Nothing but trees, overgrowth, and wildly growing bits and pieces of brush. Limbs, broken and resting in varying degrees of decay. 272 more words
I sit wide-eyed and stiff on the therapy couch, anxious at our imminent separation over the holidays. My body plays “statue statue” and attempts to remain as inconspicuous as possible. 1,037 more words