Seventeen

  Dressing up As someone I don't quite understand Parts of me, parts that are other Figuring them out Not telling my mother. Stitching up holes in tights On park benches Thinking I look wild, and edgy Hoping a guy will see me and think 'she's cool' Because apparently I wanted a boyfriend who appreciated... Continue Reading →

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. A bowl of salt water, on my bedroom floor Not sure what for But I like it there With... Continue Reading →

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