I am a vessel for who I was as a little girl
2025
Lithograph, Monotype, hand embroidery
Mildew festers in silk and flowers,
Blooms meant only to be discarded.
Moral contagion, sordid animosity.
An elegy for a girl who once was,
and will be.
Blameless, yet blamed
Barren,
yet bountiful.
A hollow fullness no one names,
a quiet rot beneath her skin.