264.

And I’m scared to move, scared to pronounce each new word, scared to meet a new person–what if it’s they who turn out to be the forgotten code, that password ciphered in movements and sounds, which would detonate my weapon.

excerpt from “White Trash” by Valzhyna Mort

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About Amber Donofrio

A writer, contemporary art enthusiast, avid reader, baker, nature appreciator, and art critic.
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