"Happy Birthday!" they sang at her 18th birthday. Let this year be like the rest of your teenage years!
Those years? Those years were filled with
" oh no, I fell"
"oh it's just a cat scratch"
"it's okay, I'm not hungry."
Those years she cried herself to sleep with no one to realize. Those years she got into art, drawing with silver and coming out red. Are you sure you want this year to be like the rest? Because if you do, that silver will turn to gold, that red will turn to clouds, Those cries will turn into harps, and those scratches will turn into wings.
© adrianatharpe