Writing

I will not shave my legs

not because I am against it

but because being myself feels like my own act

of rebellion

I will not quiet down

let the world hear my pride and excitement

but I will not shout

When you get an eyelash in your eye

a wish will fall in with it

each one holds memories

stained with the makeup of your life

if the memory is tainted

with trauma, fear, or pain

The Glass Statue Girl

looks at the world with eyes of shards

moves through life like a river

her figure sluicing across paths of people

who see a clear accessory

The Glass Statue Girl

I can talk to myself forever

when there's no one else around and it's just me in my head

we have fun

I can do any topic you want, come on

pick a card

pick a card

pick a face

The door hums as it opens

I oiled it so it wouldn't creak on my entrance

no automated voice announces me

or where I am

or when

I built this ship of spare parts I collected

from people I knew

I remember

in third grade

we had a group chat

and everyone was talking to each other on their school emails -

this was back when the school hadn't removed G-chat yet -

and you were spamming the chat