robincorinnewatts

I'm sick of finding my mother's things at thrift stores pictures on the walls of my old house that drew my eyes when i couldn't look at anything else i can't stand the thought of some slug picking them up and demanding a cheaper price for the pictures i knew for over a decade, now labeled "$2.99"

i never had a childhood nickname but i got a bad one when i was sixteen it rang more like a chant and it slammed my head into the ground. i was pretty, finally. i wasn't sure what to do with that. i would have probably stayed out of trouble if i had never grown into my ears. i was taken out and brought in then driven home and never called for again. it only hurt the first couple of times. after that it was just awkward and after that it was standard. falling asleep was never easy, never quiet. always a ringing in my ears as i was slowly forgetting the name my mother gave me.