Truths That Might Crack Your Quiet
When you spotted me, your face slammed shut. Judgment flashed from your eyes—quick as breath, but I caught it. Then you sped up. Were you afraid I might reach for you? When you laid eyes on me, who did you see? A woman hunched against brick, wrapped in layers? Look again. I see a survivor. A woman who raised herself from wreckage and kept walking. My scars tell stories of nights survived, of battles fought with nothing but breath. Do…
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May 21, 2025