On Defrosting

Jeanette Ruiz
Sep 2, 2018 · 3 min read

Once, I was full. Hands caressed my handles at the very least three times a day. Even though they only touched me to use me, I still enjoyed it. My insides were cold, especially my brain. It was frozen actually. I suffered from an eternal state of brain freeze.

I stayed stuck constantly in one place. I knew how to preserve things. How to keep them alive until they went bad inside. Sometimes I’d keep things in for years. It wouldn’t reek…

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Jeanette Ruiz

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I am a wildcard they say. I call it being myself. I welcome those who do the same.

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