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Snow in April by C. Richard Miles
If you must slight me, let it be the touchThat snow in April, falling soft and whiteGives to the blossoms delicate and light,So I don’t… Read more.
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Magnolia by Patrycja Humienik
Blooming in stars, bells, cups, and saucers, before bees, before derelict cities.I can’t google you without involving the suspicious affliction of needingto name, or the… Read more.
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American Mandrake by Majda Gama
The woodland bed I go toMy mother had filled with sweet woodruff—It formed a layer so thick our Lady catSlept in it, upheld by the… Read more.
This is the Mask
This is the mask.
My mask.
It hides my scars: The scared girl I was.
The scared woman I am.
The seeker that never finds what she is looking for and wonders if she is even worthy to know.
This is the mask.
My mask.
It lets me pretend
It lets me believe
It lets me feel strong, look strong, be strong.
Until I take it off.
~Nicole Kapise Perkins
“Words made faerie tales.”
— le thi diem thuy
This is the Mask 