I watched you walk out the door, the clicking of the lock behind you
sounding a lot like the word “goodbye” dripping from your lips.
It felt like a punch in the mouth and tasted a lot like betrayal,
but somehow an apology wasn’t worth the postage.
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C. Brown has a love for dogs, poetry, science fiction, and travel, in that order. She self-published her first book, I Created Galaxies for You, in 2016. She blogs frequently at www.breathingthewords.com and has an active Twitter account at @WriteCBrown. At any given time, she has at least two writing projects in the works.
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