GIDEON
She took me with her when she left.
A day.
A thousand days.
It doesn’t matter.
She blew out the flame inside me and now
I’m in the dark.
DEIRDRE
Suffering is the cloak that shelters.
The mask that protects fragile skin.
And happiness is something for those
who have suffered less.
Happiness doesn’t live here,
in the house of broken dolls.
Only sin.
Author bio:
When not writing or reading, the author enjoys walking barefoot, subjecting her husband to questionable recipes, and chasing her spirited toddler. She's a rabid fan of coffee, moon-gazing, and small dogs that resemble Ewoks. Home is San Diego, CA, but her heart lives in Portland.
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