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That’s when I break the unspoken rule all seventh-grade boys try to follow. All of the nicknames, the rumors and the jokes are no longer content to remain buried inside me. They force their way out, first in salty drips from the corners of my eyes. More drips follow until the heftier copper-tainted rage forces it’s way through my left nostril and drips to on my whimpering lips.
Unraveled Roots
I crave pageswhere lives unravelcharacters flawedstrivingfallingreachingtravelingtoward starsunseen Show meheroes stumblingvillains hesitatingsidekicks leadingin journeyscarved bymisdirectionmisstepsand tears I savorstories holdingmirrorsreflecting empathysprouting rootsshoes not mineon foreign pathsachingblisteringbleeding Fiction lightsmy roadto grace As flawsshiftto strength Every mythepic or sharphealsmy heartandmoldsmy mind
Threads
Beloved child,littlegentle one. Your wisdom,pepperedin silver gray, shouts kindnessin soft whispers,words learnedin humblenoble youth.
Meh
Ah, sweet apathythe “I’ll do it later” attitudebirthright borne.“I’ll get to it,” they say“When I feel like it.” “I’m just not intothat sort of thing,”some sayas if they earned exemption. It’s a battlethey’re unwilling to fightuntildeadlines dawndebt due dates convergeor delivery denied. And, swiftlyindifferenceblows over and overlike fallen leavesbattered by bitter windchurning and chasing relieffrom…
Peridot Parrot
I don’t belong.Not really.Alien greenis what they seefirst.Too bright, too strange,eyes darting,head cockedsidewaysat every quiet murmurthey think:I missed. My garnet wings flick once,bloodstone weighted and sharp,trimmed in lapis lazuli—like bruises dressed upto look like decoration. I spit out wordsalready heard,but arrangedwrong,somehow.Misread.Misstressed.Misunderstood. The amber tip of my beakclicks closed too late.They’ve flown.Every syllablea shimmy they didn’t…
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