girl, fragments

March 13, 2017
By Anonymous

girl, fragments

I.
a jump rope, a garage,
a pink paisley bathing suit,
tiny doll feet that leave salt-soaked seawater imprints
on concrete.
red and black, you’re okay jack
red and yellow, you’re a dead fellow:

II.
a loose blue dress swinging around my knees,
camera flashes and parents proudly laughing,
surprise banner hung above my head.
we ate cake and I have twenty friends,
smiling blonde and brunette boys and girls,
one red-headed best friend smiling softly back at me.

III.
eighth grade tummyache,
vodka breath for the first time and a sickening swell of heat,
I fall asleep feeling sweaty and swearing to never, ever,
ever,
drink again.

IV.
a clutched hand, a head wound,
a dress from Charlotte Russe, surely ruined,
crying salt-soaked tears, tiny doll feet
burning and bleeding on the concrete.
I’m doing this because I love you,
someday it’ll just be us two.

V.
bags underneath my eyes, excuses on my tongue,
glancing at my phone the entire day;
no one wants to wish
The Girl Who Cried Rape
a happy birthday.
I press on my eyelids until I stop seeing the red that ran down the drain,
the red-haired girl that called me liar
kissing my rapist.

VI.
water, water, water:
the way alcohol and sodas taste make me sick.
my body is a temple that has been desecrated by another.
restoration means starving it, purifying it,
letting the river rush into my veins
(hold me, i’m sick.)
I fall asleep, a symphony in my stomach.



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antea GOLD said...
on Mar. 23 2017 at 2:56 pm
antea GOLD, Tirana, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Not all who wander, are lost..."

This is incredible! Stunning! You got a lot of talent, keep on writing :)

on Mar. 22 2017 at 9:43 pm
ambivalent GOLD, West Bend, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. the worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. [sylvia plath]

from the beginning, i was hooked, and this just kept getting more and more gripping. so powerful. this would be amazing performed. you're incredibly talented. wow.


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