I am from Boston MA, and I have self-published five works of poetry. Over the years, I have learned how to use my skills with poetry to help create the physical visuals needed when telling a good story.
“All onboard vehicle passengers are now required to shut off their engines. The ferry will be leaving Wood’s Hole in exactly ten minutes. The duration of our voyage to Oak Bluffs is just under an hour, and the weather is pristine. Thank you for choosing to sail with us today.”
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Weathered layers of depthless scars carved decades of pain, and loss into every facial expression I tried to make. The cloudy veneer of multicolored grime, bloody fingerprints, and years of natural residue smiled back at me with yellow eyes, proud for having the portentous honor of being the only piece of glass in the world that could truly reflect my bestial identity.