Tower-tall Barriers & Fragrant Skies
Written by Cailey Tin, one of our poetry writers, and edited by Stephanie, our editor-in-chief!
The day you shut me out, my lungs had
already adapted. It was like you drowned me
in mud, & all I could see was the dirt
up my nose. You told me when the walls
were fully built & wouldn’t collapse, I could
pack all my things & before leaving, I would
be able to breathe normally & climb whatever
was waiting outside. I would feel no pain. But it
every wall you built was tower-tall; I’m angry
until it has nowhere to get down from. The day
you shut me out, it was like I flew above the
walls. You said the clouds would look a little
pinker, & my ribs would be filled with a fragrant,
strawberry scent. Is this what fragrance smells
like? Every breath, the sweet air of defiance?
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This piece was written by one of our poetry columnists, Cailey. Reach her at @cailey.tarriane on Instagram!
This piece was edited by our editor-in-chief, Stephanie O.!
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