Not again! the floor drops beneath me I feel it go my body suspended mid-air the head in front of me still talking mouths moving words don’t match the shape they make sounds garbled echoing taunting my feet hang momentarily unaware of their vulnerability life moves around me I am not a part of itContinue reading “Sharon Apold: Again”
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