My freshly sharpened talons latch on to any piece of pigmentation that will satisfy his thirst and I know it is not love but at least it is something close to it right?
Now there are sins that live deep inside my bones, an endearing little beam of satisfaction because they are options I no longer refuse.
But I am not a woman with delicate layers or a voice so small you can barely hear it.
I wear my protest across my chest until the muscle tears.
This lost little girl drenched in her own undoing that is glaring angrily at me looks like me in every way, each detail perfect, even the birthmark under our eyes.
That is not me.
It can’t be.
As the pit of my stomach succumbs to a biting chill, I run out of my mind hoping to forget only to find myself out there in the dark, shackled and throttled to a raging beast.
And when her crescent copper eyes look at me I get lost in the sage beneath it, a vessel anchored alongside bruised vibrations.
Ouanessa Nana is a 19 year old aspiring writer who loves to write poetry more than anything in the world. Poetry is the one thing she can always come back to when her world feels like it’s ending. She has been writing for as long as she can remember and dreams of having her writing published someday! In her free time she likes to sing, run, and read thrillers. She is currently studying creative writing at California State University Northridge as a sophomore.
