Tag Archives: Zelda Chappel

Wooden

trees clubbed together, shielded what they could. The breaking of twigs was welcome mimicry while I died often. It was easy, just lie still, pretend. In the wilderness I tried to breathe like the birds, fly. You needed the quiet. … Continue reading

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At the sea

She hid the cry of it in her throat and abdomen for later, loved the cold weight of it just sitting waiting to be used. She never did, not publicly anyway but the thought of it was appealing enough. The … Continue reading

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