Tag: sorry
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A Hinge That Creaks When You Touch It
The end of the year doesn’t merely arrive.It accumulateslike dust in corners,like thoughts you meant to throw outbut kept because they hummed when you touched them. Time gets slippery here.Days stack crooked.Hours lean against each otherlike they’re tired of holding themselves upright. You start hearing thingslike the soft click of a calendar shedding its skin,the…
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A Sorry Habit
I say sorry for the weather, sorry for my shoes, sorry for the way silence sits heavy between us.My mouth is a coin purse and the word jingles out whenever the room tilts a degree I don’t like.I apologise like a habit. I apologise for walking into a room with too much thought, for folding…