NaBloPoMo, Day 5: I Never Learnt to Share

The wooden cube poked through my shirt and pricked my skin — I didn’t loosen my hold. Sandra tugged, Louis pulled; I tightened my grip. They called me names. I held tighter. They pushed me. I held tighter still.

Letting go of the block meant letting go of Papa.I’ve been listening to a whole lot of James Blake in the past twenty-four hours. Such awesome songwork. I highly recommend his Klavierwerke EP.

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One thought on “NaBloPoMo, Day 5: I Never Learnt to Share

  1. Pingback: NaBloPoMo, Day 9: Hold | Muted, but Present.

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