Becoming a Part
One-Liner Celebrations
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1 min readApr 11, 2018
Wrinkles — I worry wrinkles into my wrist, knowing that if I keep scraping at my skin, there will be nothing left.
Lightning — Some days each cell in the back of my brain stands scared, alerting me that somewhere near, lightning has struck again.
Whisper — Doubts creep in around my edges, water that whispers to my very core, leaving me no room to shout.
Words — Running away, each part of my body follows the former, like words on a floundering string, thrown apart, then returned.
