Tag Archives: Rachael Gay

Tendrils

Shaking fingers dig deep and uproot handfuls of hair, small pieces of flesh still attached at their golden bases. I scatter them to the wind and know that from now on, every bird’s nest I see may contain a tendril … Continue reading

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Clamshell

Everything about my shame is the result of my shell being pried open by callous, ever-grasping hands desperate for the rich meat inside. How could I not hide away when the only reason I emerged was because of your forced … Continue reading

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Burning Giraffe

They painted me blue when I wanted to be any color but. They took away my tight-fitting clothes, the ones I picked out myself, and placed me in a hospital gown that stopped right above my knees. They propped me … Continue reading

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