It began smooth
Pebbles rolling under fresh sneakers Wind shuffling black hair Sun drifting behind clouds Eve barely noticed the blood-drops etched in her brown palms She… thought… the stars would soar But only sores sprouted on her skin Deep red bumps clinging to her body Blemishes hidden by sleeves Words concealed by her brain So she fell Into sewers No one knew that Eve Yamashita That quiet girl Whose mother died when she was six Had plummeted She still smiled, she still laughed, she still existed But she was tumbling down Eve’s father--Nick, née Vincent-- loved her Yet, she didn’t want him to worry So she cut her tongue She slid and slid and slid Jagged stones excavating flesh A tempest blustering above An intoxicating star burning What... she didn’t… realize was That Although she was plummeting And nothing was smooth, There were still planets she could reach, Stars she could climb, Warmth she could feel Because What she forgot Eve could still soar
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AuthorI'm Darcy Ridge, creating stories that all revolve around family and identity in a myriad of ways. In the past, I have shared multiple stories and published a novella online. You can find me on Wattpad and many other social media websites. They/them [Image Description: black background with the words "Social Justice and Mental Health Resources" in white in the center /end ID]
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