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We Still Smell of Smoke

We still smell of smoke although the fire is out. At home, we still walk on eggshells although (step)father hen is dead. We still stay out late into the night although light has now returned into our home. We still wring our fingers although the ocean has dried up. We still stare at our mother in disbelief although (step) father no longer shares her bed. We still cower at the

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My Old Scartoo

Of all the scars on my body, the one right above my left knee is one I always pray not to disappear. I am weird and never apply body lotion to the scar; just in case all those commercials are not lying when they say their body creams would make your  skin smooth and without blemish. My mom says, ‘You are a woman and your skin must be beautiful.’  But

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