Finding a Place of My Own
I. On Rainy Walks
Whenever it rained I would be
excited to walk to school. I’d wear my
rubber boots with the white flowers on the heels
and splash in the dancing puddles.
I’d pinch homeless worms to slap
back into the wet grass like a proper saint. Sure that
they would shrivel on the steaming pavement
when the clouds could no longer shield them.
II. On the Swings
On the playground was a metal swing set in a pit of
shredded hot tires that smelled strongly against
the sweet honeysuckle bushes.
I’d kick hard against the spongy material
and start to rocket;
back and forth;
with each breath;
the rushing air;
silenced the screaming children;
and swished away the scents;
until it was just me
After perfectly assimilating into human society, Nicole Davee has decided to pursue a bachelor’s in English while running their small art business, “Nekodoodle”. Nicole hopes to combine their creative skills into many cool projects in the future. In their free time they love to play D&D, study Cthulhu Mythos, and unravel the secrets of the universe.