Last night I scalded myself Mama and as the boiling water ran down my arm I saw you through the pain and you were smiling and everything was wrong how you are alive and yet gone, how you exist and yet don’t, how I was never right and somehow always mistaken If I don’t come […]
5 thoughts on “Burning without fire — @ hijacked amygdala”
So, so many lines that took me back where I began. Beautifully expressed, dear Candice!! ((hugs))
I commented on the original post. Dear Heart, you . . . You write from a place that many will never know.
Thank you for being you.
Thank you dear one
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