prompt: write a poem including the following symbols: ! $ &* ( ) . ,
bonus: include @ # % ^ < /
madness bonus: include 10 emoji.
maybe there are skeletons in your closet
maybe your mother left them there
maybe you will grow up to be your mother,
locking people in closets
(but that’s not what closets are built for.)
you were always a straight girl.
straight As straight lines straight to the point
so maybe i shouldn’t have been surprised
that you straight-out rejected whoever tried
to stick their heads out of their hiding places.
$exuality: smooth stroke down a capital S.
identity is not a light switch.
to you it is as easy as flipping the i in !dentity
or finding your misplaced IC on the dressing table
or untangling & like a butterfly bow.
you once said you would respect people as humans.
you forgot to add this:
*people who have never stepped into closets.
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it feels like i don't know this friend any more. i've always known and respected her opinion even though i don't quite agree with it. but what she said was something different altogether, and now there's a rift between us. i don't know what to do. i don't know what to do.