Four Scrapped Girls
Sometimes it is hard to find the words to describe the complexities of girlhood, but here is my offering, nonetheless.
2 min readDec 9, 2020
I.
There were cigarette burns in her eyes
and she thought, for a second,
she was alone.
She felt the tug of your hair
under her arm and rolled
into the scent
of summer at a winter window.
The frozen cats of discontent
scratched…