Someone please help unglue me.
Much thanks.


Ficlets~One~It was his eyes, his hair, the shape of his lips. Put together, a look. Defiance, a bit of a laugh, almost masked by his fear. After doing this a while, you get use to the fear, you see past it. Like the haircuts. They all have the same haircuts. Most of them have the same amount of fear. The crazy ones don't. The regretful ones are consumed. But not him, he looks me in the eyes. He laughs on the inside. He knows that he got himself to this place and it's the right time for him. As the needle goes in, he lauFiclets


QuiltsInstructionsQuilts
Quilt: n. (v. Quilting) Quilts are alive.
They are born of tiny stitches, red-pricked fingers,
and woven patches of your best and worse memories.
They exist on beds and in stolen moments.
They feed on skin cells brushed off with a gentle touch,
and carbon dioxide from a baited breath.
To fully utilize a quilt, it must be shared. They do not belong at the top of the closet, folded haphazardly,
or in a plastic tub in the basement.
There, they wither.
Never remove your
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