I have to learn the hard way; pavement purple bruises on my
knees, blood dried between my toes, gin stale on my teeth, the smell of apartment
fire escape cigarettes in my hair. I
have to see how bad it can get to know how good it was. I have to see how bad I can feel, to know
what happiness felt like. I have to know
what it takes to hate myself, to remember love only takes an instant. But I never needed to test the numbers to
know what one felt like.
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About Me
- Molly Shea
- Molly Shea is a nonfiction writer and a recreational poet in New York City. Her memoir-in-progress Love You, Mean It tells the story of how growing up in a dysfunctional matriarchal family in Southwestern Wisconsin ultimately affected her adult life. It is a story about love in the context of rape, abuse, alcohol, and hope. Molly would like to live and love happily ever after. Molly holds a Masters from The New School.
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