Daddy's been dead for 20 years. Sometimes I feel I'm still stuck at the age he left me. Eleven years old right after my first period. It's interesting he chose to take his own life right when I entered puberty. Maybe it's coincidence. But from my perspective, he didn't want to meet teen me. Not…
Stretching tall, they think they have the right to smell my leaves, pluck my buds, shatter me onto their chests to linger with my oil for an hour. Stretching tall, I am the foolish first to crisp in the sun’s unforgiving wake, relentless boil. Without our bubble, all blooms burn black. She detests my proximity,…
She has been flailing in the ocean her entire life, yet some tsunamis she sails to fool the world that she is strong. She wishes she were upon stars that fall: meteorites splashing up salt in the stillness of silver night. If she could have even the destructive power of those asteroids that smash valleys…
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