By Taya Boyles
you swallow your pink tongue, (your firestarter) red into a steel abdomen— cocooning your truth into airy grey laughter. you are the only one who does not profit from your silence. no more favors. don’t be abandoned on a windowsill stunted in artificial soil they’ll forget to water just for space to spread your roots out.
Taya Boyles is a Richmond-based writer, a woman of color, and an undergraduate student at Virginia Commonwealth University. Her inspiration comes from finding the light in ‘the dark night’ and writing as an attempt to answer the call of ‘infinite immensity.’ Going where instead of finding ceilings breaking, she finds more space to grow.
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