The Moya View

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  • Open the Door

    Open the Door

    I am scared, mommy like I was in the summer storm many months ago. I tremble in my feet and hands as I was in the deep puddle, eyes open, screaming, shaking, mommy, dark words want to come off my tongue. Mommy, I am shaking as I come down the stairs, light as a ghost.…