Shadow Self (poem)

She’s fourteen. Medium height, slender, waist-length hair as blue as her eyes. She once broke her bed with a baseball bat. Cuts her arms with kitchen knives. Pounds the wall until bruises blossom on her knuckles like poison flowers. Misanthrope, she seethes and boils at the foolishness of others. She hates everyone. Alone at nightContinue reading “Shadow Self (poem)”