by Bianca Ambrosino
I was an anxious child. Especially at night.
I couldn’t sleep in the dread alone, so I
stayed awake. Thinking about not looking
for monsters under the bed.
I felt shut out of everything. I felt
the locked doors. I sent out my signal, but
no one monitored my frequency. They just
skipped over the static, tuned out of me and
into some bell clear station not on my dial. Continue reading
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