Eyes Wide Open

New Zealand

Hi, I'm Ella. Just a seventeen-year-old girl trying to make sense of the world through words.


November 25, 2019


I am sorry I cannot look you in the eye. 
It is only because my face is pressed
into your shoulder.
You smell like rain and growing things.
I am a desert flower;
Stubborn and headstrong and unrelenting. 
You are delicate, beautiful.
You would not survive this harsh place;
this barren wasteland of my heart.

My mouth is dry and full of sand, and I am afraid I may burn you. 
Bury you.

So I will swallow my desert, for your sake.


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