Reid@YWP

* am burned at the stake of cursed femininity. 
Something of a goddess and a martyred myth. 
* suppose those are one and the same. 
You juxtapose ** between a revolution 

The screen stares back at me: 

9:30 pm, 

an unfinished assignment, 

a deadline due. 

My weary chest heaves a heavy breath. 

I love trampolines.

I love feeling my strong legs push into the balls of my feet push against the resistance of the springs just before they shoot me into the air.

I love the short time where I am flying higher and higher.

I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,

I think it's because that's what you were.

You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone

we're

two teenagers who don't look when we pass in the hall