No one for her. Wasn’t that what they said, wasn’t that what they promised, from the day her heart opened until it should end? The words lingered. They had a way of dictating, a cruel promise that wouldn’t let go, and even when they let go they were self-fulfilling. Someone for her. It was in her written words, in her thoughts all the time, and when she leant it a voice it became something she’d heard. ©November 2020 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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