age
Writing
What i want as a teenager is to
By Anonymouscome to you in
cyclical relapse
with each syllable
escaping
muzzling silence
be tempted to borrow
its imprisonment and speak in
dialogues conversed by
friction of skins.
Off to Prom We Go
By Peggy YinI tried on a mermaid dress the other day, and waddled two steps before stripping it off;
I saw how it snagged on my hips and clutched at my chest,
aunties' feet
By Octavia WilliamsBony fingers whipping, winding, wrinkling ‘cross my scalp
Heat near ears - don’t do it - yep, she’s scalded me
“Girl, don’t wail like that!” Popped with comb
Wince and whine, smile inside - aunties like this are rare