Girlhood is accepting the Rot. Muck-worn and softened bones, Ragged tears at your fingertips and elbows, Coagulated blood saturates long knotted hair. Girlhood is wretched impermanence. You too will be swallowed up by the ground someday. You cannot be beautiful forever. Your hard work and determination is senseless to the grime, To the Rot. Girlhood is being propelled off harsh cliffs of conditional acceptance. Learn … Continue reading “To Rot”