𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖

Joined May 2023

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The thing you are most afraid to write—

Write that.

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To: Death
Have you ever looked Death in the eye? Talked to it? Have you let it speak to you? Did you want to say anything back? When you can see it and smell it and reach your hand out and touch it—can any words suffice?
By 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖6 months ago in Journal
Don't Eat
In my earliest memory, I am three. I’m standing in my parents’ room in our old house with the soft white carpet and the dangly knobs on the dresser that jingle rhythmically whenever anyone walks through.
By 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖about a year ago in Psyche
DARK SAINT
The little girl’s wild, dark hair streams out behind her as she runs through the grass, squealing before she remembers that her father doesn’t like it when she’s too loud. Smacking her lips shut, she erupts in giggles as her mother reaches down and scoops her up.
By 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖about a year ago in Fiction

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