I’m eighteen and I’m standing in the doorway of your house And you are telling me it’s just a phase Couched in your scorn is implied meaning That I am wrong to claim this part of me as identity And soon I will realize it I’m not surprised to hear this from you I didn’t… Continue reading Gathering
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The Visit
“Oh Addy, come on. You can’t wear that.” Her mother’s voice is wounded, as if Addy chose her clothes intentionally to disappoint. Addy looks down at herself, her cargo shorts, velcro sandals, and second-favorite t-shirt, the one with the frog on it. “Wear the dress you wore to Teddy’s baptism,” her mother continues. “With the… Continue reading The Visit
Queen of Elves 