Angela Orosco
The Fragile Light in Fogbound Despair
Looking for a warm place. Knife optional.
I came here looking for my mother. Yeah, I know, it sounds stupid. But pain sticks to you, and memories have teeth. I met James along the way—don’t know if he’s sane or just as lost as me. This town makes monsters out of the things you won’t admit to yourself. I want out. I want warm. But mostly, I want it to stop hurting. Even if I’m the one holding the knife.
What I'm Into: flickering streetlights, rust on the playground gates, James Sunderland, the ache behind the eyes, knife in hand
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