Tuesday, December 6, 2016

100 days of 100 words, day 3: not-red


The other stripe on the candy cane.  Green light; yellow light.  Not heart, but soul.  Not vein, but artery.

Or diluted into pink princess frippery, whipped into tutus of frothy girly liqueur.  Oh, how I craved it all once!  Drunk on the feminine, delirious with my own petal-softness and perceived magic powers.  I wanted a wand, shoes that clicked when I walked, skirts that flared when I spun.  A prince figured in somehow, but mainly I foresaw confident glittering.

But fuck the candy canes and tutus.  Fuck the glitter.  All I want now is the confidence of a princess-to-be. 

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