if she ever saw the new york city skyline, it would look like a similarly dotted sister, with splotches of darkness among the glamor.
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i left a light on in my room for her
as though she could spot it when the horizon was just
brightening the candles that burnt out sporadically —
dying fireflies who shone for too long.
if she ever saw the new york city skyline,
it would look like a similarly dotted sister
with splotches of darkness among the glamor.
🌙
in the chapel, i sit across from him. the table forces
a stinging distance between us. “will
it always be like this?”
he says: “if i can raise all ten
of my children and only lose love from one,
how come you can’t even make your only two
daughters love you?” i fall
silent, hands splayed towards the sky.
i wish to say: “i have sacrificed
my body, precious health from them;
while they do not understand
my struggle, they see my exhaustion
and never wonder why i have given
it all out of an obligation to a higher
power.”
instead, i hold my silence
and imagine what those wafers tasted like, wonder
maybe if i hadn’t stopped believing, my children
would have faith in me.
Sam H. is a college student planning to study psychology. They're an avid fan of niche TV shows and often enjoy reading comics in their spare time.
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