Mannia

Words

collections of short narratives, rewritten episodes, & jovial cynicism

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#46

When I was little, I would put a blanket on my head, biblically, in the hopes of feeling something straight fall from my scalp and touch my shoulders.

S/He gave me hair to grow like a halo, and I tried to flatten the creation.

La pauvre cherie. I am so sorry.

Tatyana Mann