Tag: bloom
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Witherbloom
I spent a decade under someone else’s thumb. The finger changed hands over the years, but there I remained, trying to crawl out of the deep fingerprint lines that had become my permanent residence. I spent years being told that I was not enough, that how I dressed was a tease to other men, that…
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Bloom
On Monday, I buy my first record. We play it, while sipping a bottle of Cabernet. The haunting tone tries to cut through the patient space, opening the door for old ghosts to appear. White face, holes for eyes, looming to leave me with another cut. But the door doesn’t open. How could it? In…
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