Who I Used to Be
A Story in a Glass
I swirl the milk into my Thai iced tea,
Bright orange leaks down to swallow translucence.
I don't remember who I used to be.
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Through the haze of scrupulosity
Peeks between earth a green shoot of innocence.
I swirl the milk into my Thai iced tea.
***
On the edges of her memory,
Drops of freedom cleanse her from life's viciousness.
I don't remember who I used to be.
***
When she wanders through that hallowed library,
She shrinks under the burden of experience.
I swirl the milk into my Thai iced tea.
***
She suffers not for my disloyalty,
Rough hands raw and bare of recompense.
I don't remember who I used to be.
***
My wayward girl, where is your bravery?
There will never be an ideal audience.
I swirl the milk into my Thai iced tea.
I don't remember who I used to be.
About the Creator
Harbor Cecille
I carry a piece of the things that I love wherever I go. I love short fiction, chocolate ganache, forensic science, and, aptly, the water.
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