I was born from the stardust of Sagittarius
never lingering long enough
for the earth to take hold of me,
for anyone to
touch-starved and touch-staved,
repelling the very thing I crave,
foundations built of sand,
washed away
home is an overgrown tree branch
scratching at the window
until it shatters
and sirens piercing the silence
and empty gardens
full of dirt made of thirst
the drought came when
my parents realized
I would never be what they expected
home is where everything hurts
Brianna Flood is a native New Yorker who seeks a sense of identity through words. She has had a love of literature and writing since childhood, and that love has only deepened with time. When not writing, she can probably be found drinking iced coffee and contemplating existence. You can find her at @goldlacedink on Instagram.
Issue III will be released on Saturday, 25th September.
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