Photo by Stanislav Ferrao on Unsplash
in moulding concrete,
a lone tree abandoned,
forgotten. Dying.
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“I’m the queen of chin jutting while I smooth my hair, attacking, insulting, and deflecting to protect my appointer.” “Oh, please, Blondi, my hair is curled, highlighted, and longer than yours. I feature television commercials telling immigrants that we will give them a free plane ride home, and if they voluntarily turn themselves in, they will be allowed to legally apply for re-entry. It runs everywhere, and I look good in it! You can’t compete because of your blond hair. Mine is nicer, and my lips are prettier than yours.”
By Andrea Corwin 4 days ago in The Swamp
Comments (11)
Wow, so sad! Beautiful work!
Powerful, well-written message! May we love on & care for one another more...
Heartbreaking
🙂 ..we need to get all that yucky concrete removed pronto! Vocal trucks at the ready! Hope you are going alright Kayleigh.
I know it may not be much but it's the least I can do so I'm sending you loads and loads of virtual hugs 🥺❤️
Felt like that when I first moved out
So sad!
this hits a bloody nerve, well done! Hadn't seen you around...hope you are alright!?
Tragic and painful. Left a heart!!!
Oh my, this one touched something deep in me
This is heartbreaking. That last line really touched my heart