I will heal. That is what the body does right? I will be even more beautiful when I heal I do not know how I will explain this to the ones I love. What to say if someone sees a scar they've not seen before? What will I do when I see another snake that is not exactly but still reminds me of the one that-

I am awake in this cube where she used to be I overthink how the air feels to be in the presence of my breath, how my cotton dress is not just cotton how i ruined it how my dress has been through more than what it was made for- just being worn around nothing I am wearing is no longer pure, no longer composed of just one substance.

My soul screams because it is scared I am so sorry Not even the sky will join me while I cry a cry that makes it feel hard to inhale A cry with pauses where I sound stupid A cry that makes me want to give love to others who cry

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