eggshells have been walking on me, heavily. stepping on my visage with steel-toed boots and arthritic knees. covering my clean, shaven chin, they conga when I open my mouth, swallow.
"That's the price tag, no discounts, no bargains. Losing my first love was like living in a perfect house, with the perfect front porch and matching dormers where the key finally worked to let me in, until without enough warning, it caught fire and was gone, leaving a thin coat of ash that would gray my life for years, making me cry when I saw a perfect front porch or a light shining from an upstairs window."- The One & Only Aunt Nancy
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