Residuals

I covered my face with hands because it seemed more comforting. I figured if I could hide maybe it would be easier. If I could be the wizard speaking from behind the curtain he wouldn’t be able to see the little girl shaking behind the big voice. But my voice is neither big nor scary and I had put on no disguise to mask my smallness…just me and my tiny hands hovering in front of my face. I was all snot and hiccups and garbled words. When you pull something out of you, something that is so truthful and painful, you sorta writhe. It’s like throwing up. It’s awful but you feel better, but its awful and all you want to do is hide.

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