1st Memory Told by Persephone
written by: Bailey Jean
Pulled down from underneath,
the wildflowers next to the hole are my calling card,
proof i was here,
if that means anything.
the harder i thrash,
the further i fall,
to where stairwells are merely
abstract tunnels
hand rolled cigarettes
spill out slightly.
in his arms
i’m motionless.
i long for the womb,
back when i was a concept of
what could be
much,
much,
happier than what is.
as he carries me upstairs,
i realize i was better before i existed,
prettier before i had a face.
My name is Bailey Jean, I come from the middle of nowhere and I'm practically crawling out of my skin, ready to live somewhere big. All I can think about is the concept of girlhood and our society's obsession with youth and sexuality. Being a girl means being hated for existing, and all I've ever wanted was to be seen as female and human at the same time.
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