all the things i wish i had known in seventh gradei was in seventh grade when sheall the things i wish i had known in seventh grade by ~AndromedaRising
told me about the rape
how he had touched her
when she said ‘no’.
and i remember
how she shook
how she sputtered like fire eating at too short candlewicks
breaking down fast and hard
twisting my guts and cracking circuits
her smiles were torn at all the wrong angles.
and when she ran
i ran after her even though i knew
i couldn’t ever help her.
so i sat beside her and sand stuck to my thighs
as watched her tears drip from her nose
like suicidal children jumping
from the wires of the golden gate bridge to the waters below.
with mosquitoes on my bare skin i was
trying to find some sort of go
Swearing at StrangersI grew up with my mother’s words tugging at my hemlineSwearing at Strangers by ~AndromedaRising
twirling the grace in her poise into some sort of victory
to drape across my shoulders like a cape I never wanted
but wore anyways as I led legions on the playground
at age six and three quarters.
But everything’s out the window now that the gloves are off,
because I grew up brawling, picking myself up cracking bloody knuckles.
My fingers no longer pick at the loose threads of skirts like they used to.
Sneaker clad, I take the longest path to the simplest unorthodox answer,
and I only vaguely remember the first time
I swore at a stranger.
“That sort of language is not
What We Once HadOnce upon a time you and I, placed stars inside our heartsWhat We Once Had by ~AndromedaRising
with that quiet sort of love,
and it carved itself into the branches outside my frosted windows.
We spent our time scratching opaque glass,
cold fingertips wiping away at the imaginary.
Letting ourselves believe in something beautiful.
forever is only temporary in the face of romance
and I know better than most
for it was spring in a year full of heartbreak,
I only vaguely remember watching you melt away.
The disappearance of the snow revealed nothing but fairytale mishaps
my branches finally barren of you.
your departure was soft, like worn cotton
Empty Spaces Jenna is like the sea in an absent sense that curls her fists and forces fingernails to flesh. She does not know what she wants anymore. Maybe she just ran out of snow day miracles the last time meteor wishes failed her, or maybe it’s the stumble in her speech. Her words tumble from her chapped lips mispronounced. And eventually she stops speaking altogether.Empty Spaces by ~AndromedaRising
Jenna is something of an immobile force of envy. Eyes set cold and spiteful as rivers of girls pass by lithely flowing with eyes like clear fresh running water and shimmering bright scales draped into their skin. But Jenna is no river girl, she will never be fr
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