brendan was here
I cut myself today
Deep. I was trying to separate two stacked glasses in a sink full of dishwater.
I held back all of the choice words I would like to say.
I miss being five. The catharsis that comes with being able to scream at the top of my lungs for a few minutes.
I showed the cut to my kids, whose eyes widened as they sucked in breath through their teeth. They didn’t comfort me…
If I was five, I would have at least gotten a Popsicle.
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