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 May 2015 Stormy Bailey
Thushena
I) Mama, I’m so tired. I’ve taken 10 hot showers and rubbed my skin raw but I still taste him in my mouth. I still feel him, trapped beneath my fingernails along with all the refusals I yelled out repeatedly. Mama, why didn’t he listen to me when I said ‘no’? He still lingers in the spaces between my thighs; he’s seared himself onto my skin, and it feels like the time I was 5 and playing with an iron. Except this time, I know the burn marks will not fade. They’re all over me mama, and I think I want to die.

II) Mama, it’s been four months now, and I flinch whenever someone touches me. There seems to be a problem with the synapses that weave themselves like tapestry across my brain. All they do is transmit warning signals and sometimes if you listen close enough, they scream danger when the boy in chemistry class intertwines his fingers with mine during a panic attack.

III) It’s summer now, Mama, and the beautiful boy from chemistry generates heat with me in my room, instead of within the whitewashed walls of the chemistry lab. You should see the way he looks at me, Mama. All the formulas in the world will never be able to explain the way he loves so selflessly. He’s different; gentle and slow, patient and kind. The corners of his eyes crinkle up when he smiles and god, when I’m with him, I almost start to believe in a heaven.

IV) I think I’m going to be okay, Mama. The burn marks are fading and my soul is healing. These days, I've started to take long walks on the beach with chemistry boy and at sunset, he pulls me into his arms and we just lie there, soaking in the explosion of colors above us. He tells me that he loves me, and I know this to be true because his heart is beating so fast; I think he just might combust. It is a beautiful life, Mama, and I know I’m going to be okay.
Little Miss China would always cry
and sit in a puddle of teary mess,
None of the people ever knew why
Little Miss China was always so stressed

She'd cry and cry for hours
until her blotchy eyes ran dry,
Her neighbours would send her flowers
and sometimes bake her blueberry pie

Nothing consoled her china soul
Flowers withered everywhere she went,
Birds stopped chirping some were told
Nothing could make her happy again

One day she started crying
and she didn't seem to stop,
Days and months were flying
but her tears continued to drop

Soon Little Miss China flooded the town
and the water levels towered high,
As the waves came crashing down
There was no longer land that was dry

She swam for her life and found a boat
but still her tears continued to fall,
She tried her best to stay afloat
then into the boat she crawled

Little Miss China was heard of no more
I hope she is finally happy today,
Nobody knows what happened for sure
ever since Little Miss China paddled away.

— The End —