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By Seana Sperling I woke to a dark, freezing room and my half-clad body felt stretched and bruised all over. I stumbled to the toilet and saw my two cats […]

By Seana Sperling That rainy day on the bus, you sat in front of me and kept turning around. Then you alternated between sneers and whispered insults through your bushy, […]

By Seana Sperling Starvation is the best word, I can assign to my feelings. I feel anemic. It’s as if a giant proboscis, Has been draining my blood. I’m too […]