Letting Go Is an Acquired Taste

by Christina Hart

I LISTENED For years I had been holding on to men who no longer wished to hold on to me. So I listened. I let them go.

DIGGING GRAVES One can only dig their own grave for so long. Eventually you hit bottom and decide whether you want to get in now or later.

I light torches at the feet of men who say they want me. They all sound the same at this point and I can no longer distinguish the truth from the lies. For once, words aren’t enough. I need someone to prove it.

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