I close the door so hard that the calendar slaps my face in a bid for attention. So I trace my finger from the 2nd to the 23rd and circle it with a sigh. Gosh! What kind of charitable organization puts someone out on her birthday? The irony of the question makes me pause and reflect. Sometimes the memories come to me in spurts so I'm not sure if they're real. But for some reason being homeless on my birthday seems very familiar to me. Yet I've blotted out so many memories over the years that I shouldn't expect loyalty from my mind.
Now if only I can blot out this horrid grater skin of mine so easily, that would be great. But it has been with me for what seems like an eternity. The doctor once told Ebony it was a rare condition, that even though Dahlyxians usually go from rough to smooth skin over their lifetime, I am the only case he knew of to go from smooth to rough. Then he added that it was only temporary, that I would smoothen out in my teens. Yet here am I, fast approaching my twenty-second birthday with no relief in sight.
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NINE TIME MACHINES: Do you want to undo your entire life on planet earth?
FantasíaThere is a war coming! In it, Lilith and the impostor God must battle for all human minds on earth. But one girl can stand in the gap for all humanity. However, to prove worthy for this feat, Mary must begin shadow work to take the mark upon herself...
