The combination of a cold day
and hot cocoa can do the damage.
The pain is a bee sting
sharp for an instant that dies down,
but throbs for hours.
The shock is my little brother
lurking around the kitchen corner with
last year’s Halloween mask on his head.
The brown stain on my shirt is
a flashing neon sign that says,
“Hey look, this idiot burnt her tongue.”
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The Junk DrawerRandom
This is a collection of stories that, at the moment, I do not have time to finish. Either I have lost interest in them or I have hit a wall when it comes to writing them. Hopefully I will be able to finish them in the future... This collection also...