This is new terroir.

A promise to myself that i choose to refuse to break.

Her memory comes up like reflux. Her face, twisted in a bitter, scrunched up way, as she scoffs at all that I’m telling her. Throwning her stones, breaking shit, fucking me up. In my own house! I fed her. For years, I fed her and all she’s ever done is throw the scraps back in my face.

 

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