tolerance;

I watch her drop the little plumes of tapered miscarriages and phantasmal violence into the deep pit we dug for the dead that have no names, and it strikes me odd that she is not crying, when she has lost so much, when she has hurt so much…
But when she turns her head towards me, the answer becomes as clear as day—even the best of us will become numb after so much pain.





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