There was a guy. Her guy.
Then there was another guy. Her guy + 1.
Then there was her guy, + 1, and a 2nd.
Her eyes a blurry mess.
Sixteen and petrified.
Sixteen and troublesome.
Sixteen and childlike.
Sixteen and lost.
Sixteen and depressed.
Sixteen and.....
Whew.
Seventeen.
Seventeen and hard, rigid, guarded.
Masked and nonbelligerent.
Finishing early and leaving late.
Avoiding the crowds. Avoiding everyone.
Avoiding everyone.
Avoiding everyone.
Avoiding everyone.
Eighteen.
Out of the hell fire, a Phoenix.
Born again.
Alive again.
Truthful with herself. Truthful with others.
Guided by righteousness.
Determined to seek justice.
Atlas, peace.
About the Creator
Pheonix Saint Flames
27. Philly Native.
Striving to reach more than my tattered notebook, my full documents folder, my unsent email box.
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