Every morning, one hand braced on the bathroom sink she stood strained against the pain in her arthritic back to comb thick green pomade through her snow white hair so thin that each tooth of the blue comb left a distinct divide between the strands. I kept that blue comb to remember the care she … Continue reading collected items – comb
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icu
Alone and not alone, the sound of tears, crying, wailing, the sound of the holding on to what is no longer there We sat around the bed around the body around the flesh without life we touched it held it squeezing tightly hoping she would feel it hoping she would return knowing that she wouldn't … Continue reading icu
wake
The house was always so silent now. No sound of teeth being brushed, no early morning showers. She laid there in her bed, eyes searching the ceiling. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. The blue and white LED of her digital clock blinked to seven a.m. Sunlight leaked through the gaps between the … Continue reading wake
narinda heng 