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Unbidden, my hand rises to my jugular, seeking reassurance in the soft throb of life.
Meg
Nov 30, 2016
A Letter to My Parents on BlackLivesMatter
A Letter to My Parents on BlackLivesMatter
I see you.
Meg
Sep 24, 2016
Pink Elbows & Poison
Pink Elbows & Poison
We were eating pink macaroni cheese, and Nana was dying.
Meg
Sep 19, 2016
Killing You Softly
Killing You Softly
(TW: suicide/survivor guilt)
Meg
Sep 13, 2016
The Horse That Wouldn’t Break
The Horse That Wouldn’t Break
I remember when it stopped.
Meg
Sep 4, 2016
What went wrong when your mother died?
What went wrong when your mother died?
What went wrong when your mother died? What flaw, or was it immaturity, led you to believe a seven-year-old could replace her? And when I…
Meg
Sep 3, 2016
I recognized you by my scar.
I recognized you by my scar.
I recognized you by your scar. It leapt at me — a centipede, pale, fat and segmented — from the tender skin of your inner arm.
Meg
Jul 25, 2016
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Greetings from Omaha
Greetings from Omaha
A Hate Crime
Meg
Jul 15, 2016
The bruises on my throat healed long ago
The bruises on my throat healed long ago
I Googled you. All I found was a police report: Marblehead, MA, OUI. I guess you’re still drinking.
Meg
Jul 12, 2016
The lake where you died still frightens me
The lake where you died still frightens me
The lake where you died still frightens me. Though years have passed, the tentacles of your desperation reach out from the depths, grasping…
Meg
Jul 5, 2016
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