Broken-hearted Abode

She opened the creaky door to her heart. There are patches on the roof, stitches holding torn pieces together. The garden of roses is begging for a torrential downpour and the shades of scarlet petals are fading to a deep taupe. The drought was the very worst. Her heart is grey but it still beats; … Continue reading Broken-hearted Abode

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Heirlooms

My mother gathered her old bookmarks, broken piano keys, all the pens in the house she could find, and chopped a sliver of her golden hair. She mixed these ingredients together like the way she did with her mother’s cheesecake and made me.   She built my soul out of the words that stuck to … Continue reading Heirlooms