Extramundane

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Sleeves pulled up, hair pulled back. Wash out the memory and wash it away. This can hurt for only so long. I, who walked straight into the storm, remember pieces of me being taken away at noon, and spoiler alert: I survive.
Posted by Salma at 5/18/2016 08:21:00 PM
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