I’m the girl who whispers Fuck you like a curse,
immobilized by indecision,
c a l c i f y i n g
The doctor said my bones are brittle
so I drank kerosene and ran all the way home,
hoping the friction of joints twisting and bending
would cause a spark–
I was always fascinated by the phoenix
but scoffed at reincarnation;
religion buried me
mythology set me free.
I cried when I made it home, breathless,
and still in one piece.
I had never been so disappointed to be alive;
I had never felt the world tilt within me,
as if I was spinning slowly on an axis.