Evening Gentle Storm
birds fly between fat rain drops
leaves twist, belly up to take the wind
and my body turns twelve-year-old nostalgic
yearning for a jogging suit, cheese doritos
Flowers in the Attic, and D’s tongue in my
mouth. also breasts, blood and the boldness
to tell the evil stepdad to fuc* off. it all
comes in time. my gentle storm.
VANESSA SHIELDS 
Damn those evil ones Those ones that pop in and out of the brain…
Something to be said about growing up, finding forgiveness though evil pops back and we know we never want to be To be like them…
Xoxo
Robin McLennan
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