“Concrete” By Emma Palim

Written by plumtree

Topics: Archive (2012-2019), Uncategorized

First the house, then the ground, then my mother’s eyes


Slippery cold concrete


A wave of fear and confusion rushed over me as I suddenly sat atop a countertop with a damp cloth pressed to my forehead.


I had no power over the situation.

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