hospital
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: No Good
The sounds that she would expect here are entirely absent. There are no cries, no weeping. Just soothing, muffled tones.
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From the Archive: Unbound
It’s always been ground glass, scraping against my insides. I imagine a light held to the place where I open would illuminate a mess of torn flesh, throbbing red-wet.
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Paying in Time
The contempt the place exuded for the people inside it felt physical, hanging in the air like humidity.
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When the Healing Place Exploded
Clothes, plants, and broken aluminum doors on balconies—all was inside out.
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Coming Clean
Intellectually, I know Gracie’s mom loves her and needs help. In practice, I just want my daughter safe.






