arwen🥂

It begins with small items, a lighter, hair tie, lipstick, pen,

Swallowed by innumerable waves and intricate tangles.

It’s funny, that,

They never seem to appear again.

Soon, entire books, drawings, childhood teddy bears.

They devour her creativity, gnaw at her memories.

She can’t seem to recall a life outside of her bed anymore.

The days pass and she is faced with an inability to move under the weight of missing things.

On the day they abduct her soul, her sanity is lost with it.

She no longer has the energy to strangle the linen and retrieve her missing belongings.

Things go missing in a girl’s bedsheets.

Including her sanity.

But on occasion,

A photograph she doesn’t recognise will appear,

And in turn, another girl, in another bed will find a shade of lipstick she doesn’t wear.

Girlhood, you see connects us in a way we cannot fathom.

Sometimes portals will open in attempt to communicate,

Or he’ll buy you a jacket because he noticed the way your bare arms wrapped around yourself in the crisp air

Or he’ll buy you a book because he noticed the intense and passionate look on your face when you read

And when your mother shows you all kinds of affection but her touch burns as much as her words

And her ‘I love you’s’ feel venomous, like a threat.

And then you can’t bare to say I love you because it singes your throat on the way out