By Katherine Meikle Losing him was shock to my system, a trap door out from under me. Losing him was realizing the image I saw of us was only the twisted distortion of a circus mirror. Losing him wa
By Katherine Meikle I never thought that it would hurt me. So soft, these stitches on my skin, and your silk bandage hands wrap around my throat, my mind, like rope. Take another bite, I dare you. Do
By Katherine Meikle Lately I’ve been falling in love again. Not with anyone in particular, but with the wind in the trees, and the way the sun ripples over the grass between the clouds. I’m in love wi
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