green apple vodka soda WITH cherry<3

a girl walks home alone at night

Two weeks in a row from me. ShutupSophie.

I keep dressing like it’s hot out, because it is, and then forgetting that I’ll have to walk home alone at night later. Lately have been catcalled so much that the horrible feeling of it has permeated everything I do. Fear + anger + shame + vulnerability. Anyway. Poem with emojis in it. Wrote this for Bronwen Tate’s poetry class last year. World where it’s safe.

green apple vodka soda WITH cherry<3

i’m allowed!!! :)

i’m allowed
even to wear the tiniest dress
even to walk lonely at night
even pink sunset

used to think it was hedonism
to survive
caesar salad & french fries
a polaroid
an audition
to become
light	

the ground is dark
& no one knows me there

so yes i’m alive
i AM allowed

espresso martini & cigarillo
literal glitter
on my bare shoulder

PROMPT: It’s night, and you are alone, and you are furious. Why?

Love and kisses,

S.