All Posts By M.L. Flickinger

In Murky Water

Beneath the murky water, she stares up at me. Her deceptive comfort lures me in. It’s all become so difficult, I scream. Tears forcing...

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Memories

Memories Handwritten letters Each tell the story of our lives. Once with fresh ink, Now dried and faded Some to be kept folded in our...

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The Things You Cannot See

I am no longer “too thin.” My clothes are no longer hanging from the bones protruding from my hips. I do not count ice cubes...

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What I Don’t Remember

I remember the fire. I remember the warmth of it near my skin. The night was cold. He was with me. I remember his smile. I remember his...

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