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Little tidbits of writing plus a quick watercolor of a horseee! Yay!

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Cut your hair, little girl; gather the clippings in your palms. Breathe in these sharp fragrant strands. Feel the tickle in your esophagus.

Take a step back, little girl; throw your hands up like confetti. Let your fingers kiss that empty space that hangs above your head with such devotion, such loyalty. Tell it, thank you, thank you – I can always count on you.

Do not mention that night in the crawlspace, your head brushing against the ceiling, no space in between. You have already forgiven it for that instance of abandonment.

(Forgiveness, forgiveness – little girl, you must believe in remorse and redemption).

Emptiness, he is your only friend, floating above like a personal rain cloud.

Little girl, can’t you feel the bleakest corners creeping in? The dark horses gallop to the foot of your bed; they scrape their hooves on the walls of your dreams and they wait, wait, wait.

Little girl, won’t you let them in?