shivalihp

I am saying good bye to you,

my dear reader,

Because I know after I look back over my shoulder you will be gone,

onto the next page,

maybe even the next book,

My rights

Are my mirror

They reflect me

They reflect how people think of me

The mirror is small

Just big enough to see my face

(Inspired by Astronomy by Conan Gray) 

I'd walk you out if I could 

Open and close the door ever so gently 

Hold your hand as we slowly say goodbye 

cut the cauliflower, as they cut you

wash the cauliflower, when you wash away your sorrow

sprinkle pepper

sprinkle salt 

sprinkle cheese

sprinkle love & home, until it's enough

I will kneel on broken glass as 

my blood stains the pearly sheen so that 

you will see I've resorted to my last option: begging 

before you (as a woman should be) to rip 

I haven’t been to upstate New York since I was ten years old and we drove away from our house there without looking back.