April 10: Denouement

by allisonkujiraoka

You were a girl

soft in a hardened world.

Soft, in all the wrong places.

Did their voices callous you?

Wanting to be heard,

you turned incoherent.

Longing to be seen,

you hid within your vice-grip.

You broke it good,

better than most thought you could.

Once upon a time,

weaving in and out

of Debbie Harry’s chorus

you twirled on the blue carpet

The Tide Is High