little half-winged fledgling thing
stumbling past the dance floor
hands clasped eyes on the ground
trying not to make one sound
scared, or simply incapable
of moving her legs the way
she dreams? she watches on and
to her it seems she could never
will never leave the shadows
which she pretends feel like home
she does not know a day will
come when she owns her body,
owns the way it sways and shakes
loves the joy the music makes
she will smile and spin and
move knowing she can barely
groove and people will watch
and she only laughs because
she won’t bully
herself on their behalf and
besides maybe she has found her trick
because watching her is
another hatching chick
When she’s not nerding out over languages or rewatching her favourite horror film, Lily S can be found writing about the moon, pretty girls, the mortifying ordeal of creating art, or something equally fanciful. This is her first official publication.
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