The Iron

When I was in the fourth or fifth grade, maybe nine years old. We were in your bathroom at the house on Melville. We were sitting at the vanity in the dressing room. The carpet was palest of green and the wallpaper was beautiful. Large florals of pink and green. You were curling my hair. […]

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First Memory

My very first memory of you I was afraid of you. I was somewhere around two or three years old. I was running from you absolutely terrified. I had to stop running once I was cornered and I turned around and looked at you. There was nothing but hate in your eyes. I don’t remember […]

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