Tag Archives: Meaghan Loraas

chest daisies

she tells me she doesn’t want to see me anymore i feel flower buds in my fingertips start so small and should be terminal vine stems emerge from the pistils bloom into my journal entry from two weeks ago: she’s … Continue reading

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my grandmother

she chose him over me i’m glad that he’s gone he let me play on the                                                                                   railing and didn’t stop my brother from scarring his chest on his barbed wire                                                                                                   fence my ma says she’s scared for me ma says “i can … Continue reading

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