it is not that I am cold or
numb along the insides
of my ribcage, or that my
eyes have frozen over
it is just that I have changed
against your fingertips, and
you left callouses bruising
against my heart as though
you were merely planting
flowers there
people call me bitter and
harsh; they wonder where
my soft, pink hands went
and why my mouth isn’t
so wet and gentle
darling, you molded me into such a cruel little thing
∞
Jade Homa is a passionate dog lover, pasta enthusiast, and sapphic poet. At age 19, she has already written over 50 poems and several short stories; her work primarily focuses on themes of softness, gender, mental illness, sexuality, and intersectional feminism. Jade’s debut poetry book, growing pains, will be released in fall 2019.
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