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The Painted Dress

This dress will burn tonight.

By Harper LewisPublished 22 days ago Updated 22 days ago 1 min read

It felt good, smearing terrible words in primary colors on the sacred garment,

no longer pure and hanging in my closet.

Tonight will be the first night without it, after I put it in the fire of cedar, sage, palo santo, ash, willow, frankincense, myrrh, and sandalwood. My fire will be so fragrant the gods will come down from heaven to make shadows with it.

I’ll place my rocks around the lips of the firepit, let them stand sentinel while we burn away the worst of us—the lies, the jealousy, guilt, shame, rage, grief, abandonment, resentment, vindication, betrayal, hurt, fear, doubt, and pain.

Up in smoke on this longest night, all the rumors and lies, transforming to ash that I control, feed to my flowers, take all of the ugliness, all of the hate, and create my own beauty.

Up in holy smoke

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About the Creator

Harper Lewis

I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.

I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.

MA English literature, College of Charleston

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  • Paul Stewart22 days ago

    Hope it goes well lass

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