Categorylove (Issue No. V)

Unlocked

Unlocked December Lace My ink was supposed to be a secret, an ode to a character in a storybook, a solemn reminder to myself that I could escape if I should ever choose to. I was locked from the inside of my own mind and I always possessed a key. Instead, smooth hands unearthed it, offered to make a twin, an escape from the locked doors and pitfalls.  Small droplets of ink are tucked behind my ear, tattooed, a nod […] Continue Reading

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