I dragged myself back to the paint store one afternoon, desperate to find a replacement to the pain I had already inherited.
The same routine occurred for several months:
Acquire paint cans full of color
Paint the house
Throw the paint in a jumbled mess
Not even Maye could disrupt this process. It was my new idea of occupation, one that took my mind to a place of distraction.
I cried in black.
What color would I heal in?
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Colors Behind the Glass ✓
Poetry[COMPLETED] Lonnie has been through several life-changing events. The most impactful is the death of their abuelita and the loss of someone close to them as they came out as non-binary. They have struggled with coming to terms with these two facts...
