Challenge
Be Vulnerable
be as vulnerable as you can. write about dead parents or lost friendships. poetry or prose, no long stories. bonus points if you make me cry. $5 to the winner
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there was an old regret in her bones.
an aging, rotting thing that never exposed itself to light,
so it grew mossy tendrils around the only surface it found.
cold, bitter hearts were hard to contain, and
hers was overgrown
like the abandoned mansion at the end of the street.