We’ve heard you were a victim.
Stop crouching in shadows, chewing your hair.
You can be graceful, not like a ballerina,
like a hedge of coral,
Built up and eaten and worn down
yet alive, carving the rhythms of the seas.
You can be a threshing sledge,
new and sharp with many teeth.
Jeannine Hall Gailey, “Okay, Ophelia” (from her collection “Becoming the Villainess" (via fromsappho)
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