I’m guilty of writing words in the steam on the mirror.
I’m guilty of leaving my dishes in the sink for far too long.
I’m guilty of picking at bug bite scabs because I’ve never done anything risky enough to get a “real” scar.
I’m guilty of letting boys give me hickeys that last after they are long gone.
I’m guilty of writing preemptive eulogies because I suspect the worst.
I’m guilty of speeding in my car.
I’m guilty of playing around with my heart and thinking it won’t break.
I’m guilty of feeling invincible.
Welcome to Microvember, my take on NaBloPoMo. Each day this month I’ll be posting microfiction, short vignettes, or poetry, accompanied by photography. See more Microvember posts here.
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