age 7.
dark gray shoelaces are all that keep me grounded. gravity has lost its affect on me ever since you told me your daddy bought a spaceship and took you to the stars. I was gullible then, and I believed when you told me you would buy a star for me and name it ‘la belle.’ I dropped French as soon as I could and my dimples stopped developing, and instead became hollows where your fingerprints created permanent indents.
I’ve never forgiven you for that. you forever marked me as something material, something you own forever.
age 10.
I’m becoming nostalgic. I’m beginning to remember the pre-material times when we played house in empty cardboard boxes that my mother always kept to store remembrances in, she had a lot to carry and we were always able to fit in a couple books about the universe along with canned food and a blanket. we played astronauts for years, the adults just giggled and thought it was a phase. after all, doesn’t every child want to reach for the stars?
age 16.
I need to find something else to propel my hate towards.
Author notes
I'm thinking about investing in a stress ball
prompt: cardboard boxes.
- they always make me think of hide and seek and playing childhood games in them.
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A contest entry
- 100 day poetic challenge group - quickie by Polaja.
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Comments
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This is amazing - I really like the detached ending, and the way you used the ages was really well set out
I love what you did with the prompt, and the imagery in this is beautiful without taking away that sense of harsh reality - well done!
Polly
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"dark gray shoelaces are all that keep me grounded. gravity has lost its affect on me ever since you told me your daddy bought a spaceship and took you to the stars."
I really like this image.
"I’m beginning to remember the pre-material times when we played house in empty cardboard boxes that my mother always kept to store remembrances in, she had a lot to carry and we were always able to fit in a couple books about the universe along with canned food and a blanket."
I loved playing in cardboard boxes - sometimes I wish I still could.
This is amazing as always.
LY -
a.m.a.z.i.n.g. utterly fantabulous.
your prose awes me.
'I was gullible then, and I believed when you told me you would buy a star for me and name it ‘la belle.’
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'doesn’t every child want to reach for the stars?'
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and of course the ending. just AMAZING. i swear. XD
<3333333 you + your fantabulous prose.
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so raw and real.
your words dazzle me, emma.
♥
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