i always thought ...
a lovely little girl of 11
would grow up
a lovely young lady of 23
and eventually ... grow older
a lovely midlifer
...
until ...
they started coming back ...
and hurting ...
neither that lovely little girl
nor the lovely promising lady
but
that woman of 41
who forgot about anything about
suddenly
lovely.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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