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The map of my life has unfolded full of rips and tears. Some have been taped over, landmarks still legible. And some leave behind missing information, craters where streets and buildings and trees used to be.
By Hillary Coates2 years ago in Poets
It’s deer carcasses on the side of the highway And wrappers tumbling through an empty supermarket parking lot It’s that chill you feel on the back of your neck
as long as you're alive, your Heart is, in all moments, beating and stopping and breaking and healing and taking and giving.
By Hillary Coates6 years ago in Poets
The words balanced precariously on the tip of my tongue. The confession rolled out As gently as a wrecking ball. The wait was almost
