Della & Me

She’s over in the corner pooled like rainwater, snoring.  I’m in the bed, soon to be curled like a foetus, dreaming.

Last night, the ghost came for me again.  I was going to move into the family home and everything smelled of grape hair products.  Over twenty years, you would think that smell would go away.

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Della & Me

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