the girl came to be
as an unnoticed list of
what-evers,
of who cares,
in a two-toned,
dried up land:
brown hair, small wave
pear shaped, round faced
stale laugh,
stoic collarbone
helplessly female.
in blacks and navies,
maybe reds when she’d
try to turn faces,
she climbed through
most years with a
white flag on her head.
falling into beds was
easy
for the girl
no one
wanted anyway,
just to say she did,
just to say she
wasn’t so unlike
the others
bathed in gold.
so she ended
how she’d began,
closing her eyes,
lying back in that
porcelain throne,
pinning on the badge of it figures
to a chorus of
oh well,
so what.
Obs not about you!
Obs!
Such a heavy piece. Truly made me feel. Well written and strong emotional piece Nicole.
Thank you so much, JMC.
So sad, so important and so beautifully written.
Thank you, Deanna. Xo
I’m not shitting you here, Nicole. You’re an amazing writer. I mean that.
Thank you so much, Ericka. I really, really appreciate that. So glad you enjoyed this piece.