The Half KilledYou are counting the days backwards. The clock on your bedside table is still, quiet, caught in time at 5:44. The black arms are spread out, and it looks like a spider is resting upon numbers. There is a crack running along the length of it, as if it had been hit by lightning.The Half Killed
Every autumn you catch a maple leaf before it hits the floor, place it under the clock, and watch the winter turn it to dust.
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In class, they try to teach you about the past. They ask you what your first memory is, and you think about her. There is no colour, or sound, or feel to the picture. It is just her, as she was. The flighty
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Cookies for dinner!
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