Erasing Shame

Dusk settled onto Santa Monica’s streets as I hung up the phone. Everything inside me cringed as blood rushed to my face, tears welling up in my eyes. I tucked my phone into my pocket and briskly walked, pretending to go somewhere. Confusion stammered each thought as the dark smog of shame hedged over my…

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The Indelible Wave

I walked into the tattoo shop, and everybody inside stopped what they were doing to look at me.  The expressions on their faces read, “Um, are you lost, lady?”

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