My Exhale
One leaf remains, I—
Bated breath, frozen hands--wait,
Rush, snap, gone. Silence.
About the Creator
Aubrey Rebecca
My writing lives in the liminal spaces where memoir meets myth, where contradictions—grief/joy, addiction/love, beauty/ruin—tangle together. A Sagittarius, I am always exploring, searching for the story beneath the story. IG: @tapestryofink
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