grandmother says,
do not stoop down, child
let the world know that
you are your mother's daughter
i oblige, happily at first
pole-straight posture and
an unfaltering smile
more doll than person.
but then i ask her,
won't
you
let
me
breath?
even for a minute?
no,
she answers.
breathing is a luxury we cannot afford.
YOU ARE READING
𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖊𝖚𝖗, 𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖘
Poetrypoems and prose by yours truly. may be excruciatingly edgy. will also include darker themes. and yes, the story cover is sappho. (11/11/2023 guys i don't. i don't know anymore.)
