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He said to me "I woke to the sound of Carolina Wren singing outside of my bedroom window." After the hunt, I took one good look at myself in the mirror. "You are the most stupidly jealous person I have ever met." Pointed finger stabbing at me. Puffing up my own plumes after realizing the song woman... was just a bird.

Bitter rind, blind me. I want to crack him open Tear back the peel Sink my fingers into sinew Tongue-deep in grey matter Tasting him burst Like citrus fruit. K. A. Hebert | July 24th, 2025. 11:09am

Her heart is breaking for him, for wanting to be with him, and she doesn't really understand why but knows it is the most devastating pain they have ever had to endure.

She came in suddenly, anxiety screaming violently, pulling her hair out wildly, mind melting, guts on the floor.

Smalltown Nothing is a tenderly nostalgic, slow-burning story about memory, identity, and the people who never truly leave us.

Burnout, or depression fatigue, is a giant bitch... but I am bitchier. Unfortunately, easier said than done, right? To be bitchier than the psychological chemical imbalance. Sure.

I've been working hard on this website, another website, and a bunch of writing for over a months now, and it feels like the hard work is finally paying off because we're live, baby!