Christopher Enberg
Joined July 2021
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Bio
Witnessing a small space that occupies some kind of story, a strange lie begins to come from my mouth. The jarring anxiety that awakens these open eyes, shutters me into silence. Now I am destined to be the only one who understand who I am.
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The Beggar
1. An awakening The air, cold, paints over the hair on my arms, leaving the skin dry and rigid. My hands are trembling, but not from the wind that grates across my knuckles. I open my eyes to look down at my hands. Bruised, filthy, tormented hands. They grieve and ache of loss.
By Christopher Enberg3 years ago in Fiction
