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I started to bleed the summer she left
I still remember that day,
in her bathroom,
the one we were all afraid of,
the one that took lives.
I wonder if that's why she never came back.
I was a woman now,
and she had done her job.
I was the same as her,
the last of the litter,
the end of the line,
nine
of
nine.
We waited until the end of summer
to announce her departure,
in the dining room
of The house
that changed everyone.
The house that broke us,
The house that woke us,
The house that let us drown.
I helped pack the boxes
sealed them
like my mouth.
and now we speak only in riddles
of The house that tore us down.
About the Creator
Linxi Van Romanovski
An obsession with origin stories, I write and rewrite my own. I don’t need a happy ending, I just need to know there is something else, something other than this. Give me something worth believing.
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