I don’t want to be a rosebud anymore, Nothing but the softest, sweetest lips- I want to be a feather- a wisp of a thing, Yes, you can crush it but you cannot Keep it in your pocket to crush again later. I do not have enough of an existence For you to own me. One breeze and I’d be free. I’ve always wondered what that might feel like, Because sometimes I am nothing but a fire- I want to fill myself on something more
Than the embers of who I may be someday And the ashes of who I am now, or nothing at all. I need you to stop asking me why I’m still here When I clearly belong in heaven- I need you To understand these scarlet slippers were Soft baby pink petals before I started dancing. I am not the forgiving type. You need to stop Telling me we’ll be alright: you may be A line as fine as this string wrapped around my wrist But you know damn well know I lost sight Of my horizon long ago. All I want, As you must know by now, is to be a feather. Near invisible, barely trying to breathe.
Brianna R Duffin (she/her) studies English at Rosemont College and hopes to earn an MFA in Creative Writing and an MA in Publishing. She is passionate about mental health and advocating for the LGBT+ community. She has been featured in several literary magazines and publishes her work on Medium @briannarduffin.