Before I had said hi to you, I knew you just through fantasies. I watched you, infatuated, and asked myself: What are the birds and the bees?
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The Daily Routine
She sits in a movie theatre and watches the main character die from the last row from the left most seat a tragic death that seems to shake the entire audience except her. The movie ends and she descends the steps one by one impassive stoic her face is dry. She comes back and sits inContinue reading “The Daily Routine”
The Evolution of a Girl
Here she comes in her stroller, dressed in white and no recognition of the corruption that surrounds her Her parents cross their fingers and hope that she is destined for good things. Here she comes on her bike, dressed in pedal pusher jeans that everyone else seems to be wearing these days No acknowledgementContinue reading “The Evolution of a Girl”