Francine Imagines Her Thoughts as Fish in Hopes She Can Hook Their Eyes Blind

There are times Francine hates herself so much she wants to punch every tree until her body breaks open. There are times Francine hates her thoughts she fishes for hooks to hang them until they are unthought. There are times, she writes, Nothing, over and over and over and over and over. Again, she writes, if it wasn’t for St. Gabriel I’d kill every angel inside me until it felt good to be alive again.

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