Make a wish

(original photo)

It seems like I had a couple of days as a little girl that were filled with wonder and magic.I would wish upon dandelions and watch the seeds fly up to the sky and fall to the ground.

Devastation struck.

Secrets were sworn.

And with that, my virtue was stolen.

I grew up in the time it took for a zipper to be pulled down.

No one noticed the difference.

It kept happening.

Over and over.

It always comes back to a shattered mirror on the floor.

I stare at myself, at broken parts of myself,

moving in ways a four year old should not know how to move. 

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