In Case It Wasn’t Clear by Lindsey Hobart

girl sitting room window haze plant
Photo courtesy of Natalie Chyi

I.
I am a paper doll turned into confetti and ashes.
What I’m trying to say is: there are parts of me that have been swept beneath the kitchen stove.

II.
You have thorns for hands and never learned how to love gently.
What I’m trying to say is: I smell of flower petals and blood and burning.

III.
There is a ghost of you living inside my burning body.
What I’m trying to say is: the smell of smoke still keeps me awake.

IV.
You are the monster in my closet that I stopped believing in when I was seven.
What I’m trying to say is: I still sleep with the doors locked. I still sleep with the lights on.

 

 

 

 

 

Lindsey HobartLindsey Hobart is a seventeen-year-old writer, guitar player, try-to-be singer, and bunny enthusiast from a New York town that’s as quiet as her voice. Her work can be found at heartofthebitter-mindofapoet.tumblr.com.

 

 

Natalie Chyi is an 18-year-old from Hong Kong who has recently moved to London, where she will be studying law for the next three years. She started photography to capture moments and pretty things/people/light/scenes as she sees them, and that idea is what continues to fuel all of her work. Find more of her work on nataliechyi.com, Facebook, or Tumblr.

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… is a contributing guest author for Germ, which means the following criteria (and then some) have been met: possessor of a fresh, original voice; creator of fresh, original content; genius storyteller; superlative speller; fantastic dancer; expert joke teller; handy with a toolbox; brilliant at parties; loves us as much as we love them.

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