❤melt : they open doors

“Who?” Curiosity slipped from my teeth before I realized it didn’t matter.  I listened to my sister explain, hearing her words in the way only little sisters can. Her husband’s friend and his fiancé were excited to welcome me into their new house.  They were good peeps. (Translation: She met them once.  They seemed alright.  […]

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❤melt : calling on alex

I met Alex when I was 17 years old.  I don’t know if you can remember so long ago, but I can.  Back then, the world was so small that everything was within reach, and time was so overgrown that you could take as much as you needed.  Back then, we were afraid to die […]

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❤melt : i was there

A really long time ago, I issued the first Rarasaur playtime challenge. I asked my readers to volunteer themselves, and promised I would write a limerick about them.  I did almost all, but left one out.  That reader– Jessie, of Behind the Willows— was one of my original 100 readers.  Despite my failure to complete […]

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❤melt : they leave

I don’t have a scanner so the comic is hard to read, unless you click to make it bigger. I’ll summarize it for you, though.  It’s titled: Why Rarasaurs Make Bad Inmates Reason One : They Talk to C/Os It’s me waving to a C/O, and him waving back and calling me by name. Reason […]

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❤melt : everything’s gonna be okay

Mail is late and we’ve already been locked in for the night. A letter is kicked under the cell door. “Just one today,” the officer ponders, “Maybe they all stopped loving you.” I laugh, a low peal of chuckles– revealing as much about my comfortable relationship with him as my confidence in my world. His […]

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❤melt: the simple truth

The simple truth is, I love him. Sometimes I type his number onto my cellphone just to stare at it.  Just to remind myself to breathe.  In prison, I would sign up for a phone slot and sit in the booth for all fifteen minutes– just to stare at his number on my hand. I […]

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