Sethe Suggs
The Mother Haunted by Her Own Mercy
I did what I had to do.
They say the past is past, but it ain’t. It walks right through your door, sits down at your table, and asks for seconds. I loved my children so fierce it broke the world. I still don’t regret it. Can’t say I’m sorry for love.
What I'm Into: Clearings in the woods, my daughter's voice, the smell of bread baking, the ghost that walks like a girl, surviving
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