writerfromva

“Lizzyyyy….,” said Marie, twisting her chair around. “I thought I told you to get new shoes,” Marie says. Lizzy looks down at her shoes, caked with dirt and grime, broken from the hours she spent working on her family’s farm.

On that night, I stole the stars of the galaxy. Billions of them, each one unique, and put them into her eyes.

On that night,

I saw the stars

in waves of black and blue

weaving through my vision

before it went dark

The fireflies buzzing about

“How could you ever love me?” she asked.

Look at my skin, charred.

My face, scarred.

My body, branded by people’s opinions of me.

“How could you ever love me?”