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The first rays of sunlight shine through the treesand the autumn air blooms with the scentof fallen leaves and morning dew.I breathe in the crisp air and wonder,a droplet softly kisses my nose.Is it real, or did I imagine it?Slowly, the sky becomes alight withan army of crystalline soldiersand the witch season comes to a … Read more
From 7-years-old, good girl, you were told,be good for the nanny, be good for your teachers…Being good was a choice—Good girl. Be a good girl—I’ll be right back, she says.She knows it’s a choice you will always choose.Being good means nothing if it is just a word—Good girl. You enter a new world, filled with … Read more
Dance round the vice in silence. Prick your heartwith the broken record stylus, let itbleed out and boil, up to your chest, your brain. It’s slow, no thought to panic, just writhingin unease. Blood into a steaming pool,enduring the ancient dance, elusive. Unpredictable—you can’t look away. The vice is near and tradition follows,and for reasons … Read more
It was your choice—all you wantedwas more, trading welfare for a point.All we wanted was to be loved. You’ll never see how hard we try. No one asks for a sky filled with violence,families dying, the world blindto our youth’s pain, blind to our cries. I see no reason to explain it to you further