cw: sexual assault. This past week was utter shit. And then I remembered that November is the anniversary of my death. A metaphorical one, albeit, but when you’re a middle-aged feminist falling apart, metaphor is a sequin jacket you wear when you write because the sparkles are like stars that brighten your dark night.
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