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I weave small twigs into an intricate web; my mother stands near, seemingly motherly to any passerby though, her gaze has wandered far from this reality. My twig wreath is now composed of many small lines, reaching across to each side in a closer relationship than any living thing could have with another. I hold my wreath up, centering my mothers face through the middle; the lines play across her features and I envision her as an old woman. She’ll age well. That is important to a woman. Our worth is based in beauty and my worth is less than she desires She does not look at me I will not provide her with pretty grandchildren. I will n

If honesty is a Key The Lock undone is Safety To fall around my ankles - A garment of lost comfort Myself Bare to the world Open to Perlustration In Thrilling truth I’m Terrified As any grasp for warm ignorance Moves beyond my understanding

Resplendent tendencies flock to habit Repetition obliterates rarity Good deeds seem forced and rarely avid Docile distortion turns meek to rabid We mourn the loss of sincerity Resplendent tendencies flock to habit Sincerity turns hollow, cold and vapid Seeking praise and love for charity Good deeds seem forced and rarely avid Blindly we praise the venom we inhabit We’ve lost all hope of clarity Resplendent tendencies flock to habit. Concealed cruelty behind integrity proves sapid In this we applaud dexterity Good deeds seem forced and rarely avid In common practice we trade fellow in gambit I lament our slipping grip on verity Res

“ I can’t stand it here! I’m leaving!” “ Alex, wait we…” Alex slammed the door behind her, not waiting to hear the end of her mother’s protest.  She leaped off of the back porch, skipping the three steps and ran through the backyard and into the trees. Her parents have told her countless times to stay out of the woods behind her house, but she hasn’t listened since she was six, why listen now? As she ran past the familiar fallen logs and tree limbs she listened to the argument replaying in her head, hearing her father yell and seeing her mother’s disproving face. Why is nothing ever