Tag Archives: J. L. Smith

Doll

Hand-painted face like a Parisian mime, she sits on the shelf crumpled like a worn dress after a party gone wrong. Her make-up still perfect— because that’s what dolls are good for— but the hair is dusty from not seeing … Continue reading

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Repair

Your arm sliced the counter with precision. Two white cups fell upon your command, breaking into pieces, on the beige laminate floor. Your eyes paid no mind to them once they hit the floor, useless, collateral damage in our civil … Continue reading

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