That which is wild moves to its own law,
always changing, always hot, cheating death.
I learned early I was a cold girl — nothing more,
unyielding, fixed — unreachable, unchangeable.
A being like me, wilts in the sun —
leave me in my winter,
here I am powerful.
— SEGOVIA AMIL
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Ophelia Wears Black
PoetryOphelia Wears Black is a collection of poetry and prose focusing on the shadow aspects and dark side of the human experience through the eyes of a young girl. Divided into four parts, each mirroring the cycling seasons, we follow Ophelia into her ow...
