All Posts By Christina Strigas

Lungful

I am supposed to breathe better know all the grammar rules ask me how to spell a word you will not need to look it up here I am, your own...

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Blindness

You wrapped up my ghosts in ziplock bags and tucked them into boxes without warning. I thought you would treat them with more respect but...

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Marriage

I sit alone in my bedroom you sit alone on the couch. You go to work I stay home. You never call. I never text. Our wedding portrait is on...

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Every Woman

I like to read books and watch the sunset pull dirt out of sentences.

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Definitions

I think my love language is all of you it does not even exist to write it down. I do not know how I function with my guts pulled apart by...

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Les Enfants Terribles

It is a true story my narrative of this grand prix night in 2017. I went out for dinner and drinks on Bernard street in Outremont. It was a...

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