Tag Archives: Wanda Deglane

Self-Portrait as Coral Reef

I’ve sunk down to the depths of the blue, a little corpse drowned eons ago when my head was forced under. The air burst from my lungs and my stinging eyes were glued shut. Millennia have passed since I’ve succumbed … Continue reading

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Red-Lipped

there comes an autumn when I stop wearing thick black eyeliner to cover tear-swollen sockets, replace it instead with painted lips, bright red or deep crimson to suit my mood. let the sun eat my hair crushed gold. let these … Continue reading

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Ode to My First Boyfriend

my favorite piece of you was the one that decided I was worth loving. I looked at you and saw tower, saw oversized raincoat, saw underground bunker – never quite comfortable enough to find a home in you, only a … Continue reading

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Ingrained & Intertwined

i. the first time you feel ugly, your head barely reaches over the sink of your childhood bathroom. your mother is brushing your hair, one fistful clenched in a cold steel grip, the other hand tearing away at your tangles … Continue reading

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