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.

Follow her on Twitter @jadehoma

Instagram: @jadehoma

August 14, 2018

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