Amanda Durkan Writes

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Salach

Salach[1] I loved you, you know. I really did. You were so perfect, so tiny, so… new. Not worn down by the world. I could see your curiosity in how you looked at the canopy overhead as we strolled through the woods. Your little hands reached out, grasping for

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Salach

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I don’t know when I first knew that a knife to the gut would be the end of me, maybe I always knew. It calmed me in a way. I used to imagine dying as a way to drift off to sleep, the knife going deep, the gasp of

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Walking

I walk down the lonely road, nothing to keep me company but my own arms wrapped tightly around my torso. They tremble. It’s the cold, must be. Couldn’t be the other thing. The other thing doesn’t exist; it never happened. It’s not real. My breath hitches

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