*soliloquy* I often wonder why as children we are terrified of the monsters under our beds and as adults, we willingly lie beside them. ___self harm_____ score the knife against the stone, she said. I would. we are all just star maps, she said. playing follow the leader. drawing lines from one rusty wheel to another, trying to atone. her thigh became the stone. I never knew, she said, as aubergine pools drew tiny crescents in the leaves. AuthorMela Blust is a writer residing in rural Pennsylvania. She is an active member of many online publications, including medium.com. Her work is forthcoming in Abstract Magazine.
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