Child

Are you who you wanted to be when you were young? What were you telling yourself when you were ten?

In our one bedroom apartment. Rats were in the house and we would both scream. I would sit in front of my mothers stereo listening to Meet Virginia dreaming of being an artist. I’d think maybe I could be a Virginia. I could write stories. I’ll pour coffee during breakfast as my day job.
Well I’m not a server but I am an artist.

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I believe in letters stained in tea, mermaids, and the power of a story. I got sober in 2014 and began working in the sex industry in 2016.

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