Between the Ink, the Page and Me

Prose/Poetry

D Abboh
D Abboh
Nov 2 · 4 min read

There are seasons full of darkness that feel like the absolute worst of times, dark fairy tales where you’re called once again to fight. Despite a heavy heart — you lift your head up and sigh, you sharpen your teeth like a vampire in the night, thirsty for blood and allergic to light. Wondering, what will become of your dreams deferred — as they lay lonely in beds made for the

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D Abboh

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D Abboh

Hey there I'm D. Writer/Poet/Mother - I know a little Tai Chi, but my Kung Fu is weak - beautifully flawed Email:dabboh76@outlook.com

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