Indelible as trauma lodged in the cortex, his memory circles her consciousness, stringing knots of regret, poised to storm the translucent veil of dreams once she rocks herself to sleep; for outside the watchful eyes of life, he is hers. -K. Cecchini First published in the Montclair Times
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