The dog grows old, the fledgling you rescued dies anyways,the water dries up, the crops (the dreams) you planted turn to dust. It was not supposed to be this way. (This breaks my heart.)Or maybe this is exactly how it was supposed to be.(And this breaks my heart even more.) And yet; The sun rises –again,again,again,even though,…
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Too
Three letters with the power to destroy, to annihilate, to burn everything down. Too These three letters can throw the scale off balance, topple the house of cards, bring the whole damn thing down. You shake your head; I see you disagree with me. Bear with me, stay with me for a moment. Let me…
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A Wish For Next Year
I wish for the impossible, for the faraway lifetime that ended years ago. I wish that the earth, soft with winter rain, would feel your feet — wide and solid — walk again through our garden. And that you would gather winter squash as you did before. I wish for one more brightly-lit dinner around…
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Broken Pieces
I think some people are born broken. There’s something about the way the pieces of their soul clatter and shift discordantly inside them from the day they arrive on this earth. Yes, I know there are glorious stories about broken people who were able to rise above the blackness to fit the pieces together, who…
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The Floor is Lava
When my children were young, they loved to play ‘the floor is lava.’ The object of the game was to avoid touching the floor, or certain doom would befall the unlucky one – sudden death by invisible hot lava that flowed across our carpeted living room. I would watch them careen and leap from sofa…
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About Tiny Ferocious Things
You will break. But oh, you will also heal. Molly Senecal writes on grief, suicide, loss, and social issues. Her works include a variety of writing styles from flash nonfiction, poetry, essays, and reaction pieces. As a deaf woman, she draws from the extraordinarily descriptive and conceptual nature of sign language to color her work.…
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