Tag: short-story
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[justice in her bones]
i was soft once.sacred, even.they never talk about that.only the partwhere i turned to stone. no one askswhat it does to a bodyto be touched without asking—then cursedfor being touched at all. they said it was punishment.but it felt like aftermath.like the gods didn’t knowwhat else to do with me,so they made me dangerousand called…
amelia james poetry