I pray. I pray that my sins have not caught up with me the way I’d always feared they would.I cannot feel my legs beneath me. What are these heavy weights attached to my feet? I turn and I am on my bottom, sliding. Wet and cold against my bare arms - I should have left my sweater on ( Read more... )

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“Use me,” they beg, though not out loud. Their jewel-bright eyes flicker underneath the caked on make-up, liquid eyeliner, and eye shadow the color of frosting. They wear bracelets and necklaces and gaudy earrings that clash magnificently with their beaded tanks and super-low rise Abercrombie jeans. They stand in the hallway, teetering on ( Read more... )

( 8.20.2004: A Miracle Happens Here )

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