Hello Elizabeth
Sometimes I am a California peach
Sometimes She added me to my
Southern neighbour's lemonade
Sometimes She left me on the tree until the crows finished their feast in Her orchard
On the day She wore her new sneakers and second favourite pair of Abercrombie jeans
She taught me how my favourite jam is made
She removed the IV of Her sickly sweet juices that had almost successfully replaced the blood in my veins
salvaged my heart and stomped upon it with the ironclad thigh high stiletto heels She wore in the dreams I now realize were prophecies
She heaved the iron stake encrusted with the barnacles that thrived on the salt of my tears drove it through my skull with the force of Her words
the stake that I watered once a day for Her never asking why She insisted I care for the weapon She promised was
dull
She shredded my fairy floss flesh with Her fingernails coated in the rust of the flaking stake I continued to bathe
Because She asked me too
She never looked at me again
Elizabeth,
What would you do with a
California peach?
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Her & her
PoetryAn intimate look into my journey from the perfect Catholic girl with internalized homophobia to a girl who is almost okay with her queer identity. Features poems on my journey of self-discovery and acceptance through my struggles with mental health...
