I thought you would throw me down
onto the kindling.
Instead you struck and stood, watching, as the fire consumed me;
until I was only a used and smoldering matchstick.
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Mary E Bradbury
I wrote my first short story at 13 and it became like breathing for me. Pages and pages of a thousand streams of consciousness. Then life got in the way. My kids are now teens and I am compelled to share them. I have to breathe again.
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