Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks
Wash awake the sharp chill of the night and in the sun’s tempting light, take shelter from the horrors marinating in your mind. Like the tide running towards deeper waters, heed the warning in the silence you hear–the air is shuddering with a message that only the rattle of stop signs and sway of telephone lines can convey. This is not the world you wake up in, dreams amnesiaed, taking shape in whispers.
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