He made me feel so small. The sound of thin glass, like that of a light bulb, being crushed under his boot heel.
posted by ttractor @ 11:12 AM
jolie laide
I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.
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