NiñaEstrella

She laughed when I wrote the and symbol wrong, the straight part curving where it should have run along on one of those blue flimsy rulers, the kind you buy for a twenty percent off sale at Staples when you're desperate for September.

I crafted these words, don't blame me
If they look half burned, I'm sorry if
I turned the heat up to high, it's just that
I doodled these words, so don't scream
If they look part charred, I'm cursing cause

I can't get past vanilla.
I'm stuck on those shavings, swimming through them, forcing myself
To sugary twists of the times I've messed up stifling my coughs shoving myself forward
All
All those times.
And you are there.

I got on the swing.
It was cold. A little damp. Years of me rubbed into the surface.
Hello. To the brown floor of planet.
It's cold.
If I did a handstand, how long do you think I could hold it?
I fell.

An old woman and a young girl stood by the seashore. The sea was raging, large waves leaping onto the sand and gobbling back into the water in a curl of cackles. The old woman shivered. The girl opened her arms and embraced the breeze.