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Firegirl recorded her piece which is attached here and was aired on Vermont Public Radio on March 14. When you told your mom you loved herbefore you caught the bus this morning,you meant it in the way a teenager means itwhen they kiss their mother on the cheek,cereal on their breath,backpack on their shoulder,head in a million places.You meant it in the way that assumesyou will see her that evening after track practice,in the way that assumesyou will seal the day with another I love youbefore you turn out the light. When you told your mom you loved herat 2:21pm on February 14th, 2018, with saliva choking in your throat,you meant it in the way you could never mean anything else in your life.You meant it as an apologyand a cry for helpand a plea for her to hold you like she did when you were little,and the monsters in your dreams were stuck in your head. Mom, the monsters are real this time,I swear it.They're real and they're just around the corner.They're real and their teeth are bullets that bite the backsof friends who did not have time to tell their mothers they loved them.They're real and I'm soso scared. Read more

My heart makes its home in a body that rejects it.My heart is a vital organ; Read more