coffeesoakedshoes

A survivor recollects the day her world turned upside down, and the events that followed.

Music can turn you inside out.

What I wish for in death.

A review of sorts. This book rocked my view of words and how to string them together to blend the boundary between literature and poetry.

I can't escape her eyes. (From a prompt of, "Someone's watching your narrator, but the narrator knows,".)

We keep fighting so hard, instead of giving up.

*slight TW/CW for gory images.

Picturing a future that will never happen- wistful and a warm image all at once.

We kept bumping into each other.

An abusive person kills their partner, and regrets it.

We all leave bits and pieces behind.

TW descriptions of gruesome imagery. I am turned inside out.