Apr 24, 2025
girls in white dresses
stories about teenage girls always kill me
they poke at the teenage girl still living in my chest
poke
poke
poke
forcing me to acknowledge
I'm reading about myself, I'm still her
that soft, glimmering thing
snapping pink bubble gum, imagining myself
into womanhood
fingering the eyelet hem of my white dress, thinking
one day I'll wear gold instead of silver
one day it'll be red wine instead of cranberry juice
not knowing one day, in my white dress
I would become a haunting
