Chealsea Adams
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Shattered Mosaics
When you shatter things, they don’t go back together the way they used to. The cracks and edges are misshaped. They can lock and slide back into place, held together by glue, sheer force, or the will to look whole again. From far away they may look good as new, but up close, if you look the right way you can see where it broke apart. You can see where the scars run deep inside its belly. You can see that just because it resembles something you’ve always had; it doesn’t mean by breaking and putting it back together you haven’t changed everything.
By Chealsea Adams4 years ago in Humans
Unforgettable Alice
A-L-I-C-E, I carved the letters of my name for the 165th time. It etched deep into the belly of the rocks that surrounded me. Engraving itself into the history of the walls, the bones of this prison. The stones would stand etched and marked, unable to forget my name.
By Chealsea Adams5 years ago in Fiction
