love letter to my body

i know.

i haven’t always loved you

there have been times

where i have hated you

hurt you,

objectified you,

but you have always loved me,

carried me through everything.

today is the day i accept you for where you are

and promise to treat you like my best friend.

Write a Story in 50 Words or Less

Prompt: Write about a first love/ first kiss


Ani hadn’t wanted her first kiss to be in the back of the school bus.

She hadn’t wanted his tongue down her throat, pushing against her teeth.

She had wanted it to be with the girl with black hair who smelled of lemons, and whose lips looked soft and inviting.





Her hair was swept to the left

The ends gently brushed her shoulder.

Her eyes the warmest of browns

Invited me into the

Corners of her generous smile.

She held her body with strength,

And smelled like the garlic and spices

Of the kitchen she worked in.

Nervously I would steal a glance

From behind my glass of savingnon blanc

And smile too eagerly in hopes

That she would lean closer

Letting her earrings bobble in motion.

The Breaking

You told me you were done

After I told you I needed space.

You said that I was your ‘perfect fit.’

But what you didn’t know

Was that you had picked off parts of me,

Ripened fruit off of a tree in an orchard,

Walking away

With only what you wanted

In your basket.


You said I was cowardly

After I didn’t respond.


What you couldn’t see

Was how your actions

Shred into my self worth

Dicing my confidence until I thought


I am the bitch

you see me as now.
I can’t go back to the

restaurants we used to go to,

I can’t sip a margarita

without thinking of how

You used to look at me.

How you used to kiss my lips,

And how you and tell me

That I was beautiful.

And how every time you did I felt feathers

Being plucked from my wings

And further into a cage of your design.

I can’t pass our favorite breakfast place

Without thinking about how we both cried

When I said I didn’t want this anymore.


You wrote messages

Choosing your words like fists

Knocking the wind out of my lungs,

Making my eyes sting with tears.

You said for us to treat this like adults,

You said that you would never find anyone like me,

You said that I had broken you,

You said you had found someone else.


I said nothing.




I knew that

My words like waves dashed against rocks

Or sand between an impatient toddlers fingers

Would go unnoticed.


So I said nothing.


Parts were good,

But they weren’t enough

For me to let go of myself

And become what you wanted

Me to be.




Come to Bed

Come to Bed

There is a sweet
kind of sadness
that slips into bed with me
every night,
I’ve grown so used to it
I make sure to sleep
on my side
of the bed.