Words like rescue and tenderness and forever and don't go. The things I experienced, written on my cells as memories and patterns, a record. All of them broken, all of them saved, in one- to two-minute narratives packed tightly into small spaces. It begs the question: Why did I save this? What is the value …
Category: fear
i release you
I release you, my beautiful and terrible fear. I release you. You were my beloved and hate twin, but now, I don't know you as myself. ― Joy Harjo
