Memories I Bear

There are memories I bear which erupt from the formless black of dreams. I still awaken at night crying out for safety and, finding myself alone, I hide in sheets, attempting to assuage a cold shivering that refuses to leave my bones. 

– Blake Vaughn, The Leviathan 

(s/o to Facebook for reminding me that the first time I listened to this Formative™ story was 6 years ago today.)

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Author: B

I'm a 20-something university student with a blog.

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