Seventeen

Dressing up, as someone I don't quite understand. Parts of me, parts that are other. Figuring them out. Not telling my mother...

Sixteen

Habits. Amethyst in pockets, oracle cards as bookmarks. Pentagrams, etched into the margins of maths books. A cheap golden necklace, cleansed in the sun on a Thursday lunchtime, still able to turn my neck green...

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