Joanna ProctorUpdated: May 5
Here stands a girl with her sights on the world,
her dreams to unfurl upon it.
Though life can be hard
and she's got the scars,
battered and marred
she flaunts it.
For they taunt and jeer
but all she can hear is her heart's acclamation,
undaunted.
Joanna Proctor
“If I die, call my mom.” Under neon lights and excruciating noise. We sit on a leather brown couch of a rundown house owned by parents who work hard while their children don’t appreciate them. But who
Before you found me, I sat at the edge of the water, watching the clouds open as I did. My joy was found between my fingers as I smoked Smooths. They tasted like candy. I stopped. I knew it was bad
There is a burden in my reflection For the water deceives a perfection. Within myself I bear no goddess. No spirit’s golden crown and bodice. I am but a faithless muck Born to sink with any luck. The
