The girl with a short skirt & long jacket

The short skirt is for herself, the long jacket is for everyone else. She plays the guitar and tries her best, she wants to sing But not in that way. She feels things, to the very centre of each of the cells that make up her glassy skin. Each freckle, another reason to love She cares too much, about shutting the cupboard door, just so And ensuring each and every flick of eyeliner she draws on her almond eyes is perfectly identical to the other. As she shuts the cupboard doors, the sound of glass cups touching reminds her of her fragility. She is mistaken to think this is a weakness. Each day she opens her eyes to the same view, Somehow, each day another thing is special to her in someway The suffocation of her thoughts is too much, she doesn’t think she has time A moment One tear A look at herself It all stops now Her spirit has her, she isn’t drowning Morning The clouds are as translucent as her skin, her thoughts as sporadic as her freckles. She takes her first breathe Her spirit guides her. She continues to wear short skirts for herself and longer jackets for her spirit.

Written and edited by Emily Shepherd

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