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Childhood Ghosts

by Ania Vesenny

I wake to my grandmother’s rolling wheezing. Still a cat, my paws furry, claws retracted, I jump on her chest. Foam lathers in her toothless mouth. I look for an angel or a beam of light. Instead, shadows shuffle on the ceiling as the lindens outside sway under the street lamps. (more…)