Sharing a post in response to my weekly prompt.
as far as little girls went i was not very normal i read
and understood language on a different level i could imagine with my mind’s eye
seeing the words float up from a page or sign or billboard or holy book like
smoke when the Vatican has chosen a new pope
i thought i could genuinely speak to non human life forms through my thoughts and at a young age the whirlwind of the lives of the adults while in my Topanga canyon years caused me to believe in the spiritual something that was always there invisible but tangible only to my soul ever present warning me hide the keys flush those pills down the toilet before they get them and die for the day don’t go home with that man don’t touch mommy’s things hide by the creek
always the presence during the part of life when the
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