16.
the days have blurred
but suddenly there are warm hands
that smell of home
and it makes me want to gag
come, Ava
her voice is familiar
it is what soothed me
through fevers and flues
sung when I had a nightmare
it told me Penny was a
mistake
and asked if Elliot was a girl
and asked when I was leaving
Ava
sharply this time
hands tugging
tugging me out from beneath warm covers
I hit the cold floor
but she drags me to my feet
roughly and with purpose
I feel her nails digging into my skin
and I begin to cry
stop it
she hisses
stop
her eyes are cold
and the little bit of love
that had somehow held on
through Penny
and heartbreak
and misery
was gone
there was no room for loving me
not anymore
not a daughter who loved a girl
why
I whispered
why are you here
I called the school
who called your don
who gave me her number
Ma's eyes shoot to Elliot
who is standing, shaking
in her pajama shorts and droopy socks
my wooly cardigan
tears in her eyes
Ma has a tight grip on my wrist
we're leaving she says
shoves my limp arms into a coat that isn't mine
I can't believe I let this go on
she is talking to no one
to the people back home who care too much
to the pastor of her church
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Bloom, Shifting
PoetryElliot. The name sits on my tongue, melting as if it were sugar. Elliot. I hold that sweet name in my mouth all the way home, mouthing it to the darkness. She moves to the city to learn how to write. She trades redwoods for skyscrapers and...