Babenko, Olivia
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We were under that bed for what felt like 3 days even though Lottie said it was only a few hours. I felt myself over to check if I was any taller. Yep, definitely only a few hours. We had a good night’s sleep under that bed. I never realized how comfortable it was. I started to walk towards the window and to Mum’s rocking chair, where I liked feeling the sun as I sewed. But instead of getting a warm greeting from the sun, I felt a heavy wind and sharp objects that hit me, repeatedly. I screamed in…- 4.5 K • Ongoing
Risen flowers. My sister read her poem aloud and that phrase suddenly hit me. She read it aloud to all of my other siblings as they sat on the floor, listening with their eyes wide. And there I sat. The darkness grinned at me with pleasure as I rocked back and forth in my chair. My wounds, wrapped up inside, seemed to pile into walls… like walls of dead flowers that were all once blooming with happiness. Like risen flowers. Every single flower representing a detail of my life. “What’s the purpose…- 4.5 K • Ongoing


