(Photo by Maeve Scully Photography)
darkness plays on darkness
and we pretend we don’t hear
we don’t feel
we don’t know
and that’s how it is.
and the questions
without question marks
where were you
why
what were you wearing
why
what were you thinking
why
why
why
they start and don’t stop
and that’s how it is.
mothers’ daughters
who might one day
hold daughters
and fear for their own different
dark corners and fuzzy lights.
and that’s how it is.
and the act of walking
home
alone
in the dark
is a sentence
a line crossed
a fault
because you are a girl
and he is a boy
being a boy
and that’s how it is.
lips that drip poison
persuasion
pleading
and another set
unable to form no
and that’s how it is.
our bodies are our own
until he gets drunk
then the lines are blurred
and smudged
mascara
flows
and that’s how it is.
and I heard a girl
tell a girl
to just not think about it
that it was okay
but it wasn’t
and we knew it.
and we dried her tears
with pieces of hope and
easy words.
and that’s how it is.
we ignore
and pretend
it’s not real
it doesn’t happen here
it will never happen to me
until it is
and it does
and it could
and that’s how it is.
words are not
suggestions
pushes are not
green lights
nothing is not
yes
do you hear me
but that’s not how it is.
O.A.
photo by: Maeve Scully
[pronouns are replaceable at your own discretion;
this is from my personal perspective]
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23 year old creator, writer, wonderer, student, avid shoe wearer
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