annalia luna

Out in the sunlight, I keep holding her hand. Though her eyes are devoid of feeling, fat tears stream down, and she curses me for dragging her to this godforsaken place—me with my fucking therapy and passion for the old crap.

mary karr

Posted on 03.17.2018 Posted in quoteTagged creative nonfiction, family, lit, mary karr, memoir, quote, sisters, trauma

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