Spackled
Prose from SHS.
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2 min readAug 15, 2022
I cried my eyes raw for a weekend,
drinking a bottle of gin each day,
but the sensation of losing him wasn’t painful;
it was just new and scary.
I was too tangled in a sense of grief
to let myself touch the excitement
brewing in the recesses of my newly unshackled heart.