her hair tickled her shoulder, sharp and blunt-cut like stray pieces of dewy grass mowed down on a Sunday morning. it brought seriousness to her baby face, the apple-round chin becoming triangular with a second glance. she felt bold, ready to walk through hot coals and prove her newfound power, wield it like a sword.
I hope you enjoyed this super short piece! I wrote a couple short little scenes and used them for inspiration for the last few (short) poems on here– if you prefer longer poems, don’t worry! I’ll have some posted soon. Please feel free to share feedback or writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 