My mother should’ve spit us up. Well, not all of us, just the twins. The three of us were doing just fine before April and May came along. Spaghetti stretched l…
This midnight, the moonlight glares brightly; I wonder if she knows it’ll be the last time I pray to her in the open night sky. I found protection under her rad…
Jalyn Jo · 2 min · Fiction · Magical Realism
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