LegaxEsom

Extracted from my mother's womb, Amidst the pines, where I now dwell. Their smell is sweet, but tastes of doom. These foreign trees present themselves. I stumbled towards an outstretched arm, I saw in time their honest face. And in the end, their aim was harm, They mean to keep me in this place. A gentle touch was all it took, My sterling case was made unclean. Out cast the reel, and sunk the hook, At once the star, but now the scene. Ere I was here, my mind was clear, I pitied those who lived in here. But yet among these novel trees, I feel bereft of sympathies.

She was sunlight to the darkened room. Chains grew from the ground and rooted me to the spot. I heard only a loud thumping,      my eyelids closed,           perspiration crept,                my tongue is dry.                     perfume. I watched her scent advance towards me. Ellen and the New York City night. I couldn't feel a thing. I blinked, and looked away from the fireplace. "D

Let's pretend, just for a moment, that you have no name. You have no name, have never had a name, and never will have a name as long as I have anything to say about it. You don't need one. From this moment on you will be defined as your eye color, the way the tears stain your bottom lashes black when you cry, and how you always bat your eyelashes at pretty strangers. You will be the way your hair sticks up at 7 in the morning and how it gets slicked back and darkened in the pool. You will be combed and unruly an frizzy at times. You can simply be called by the way your laugh starts in your tummy and wriggles it's way out, ending with a chi