The Pen and Book Files

This day has been like nothing I ever imagined. That’s what Shiro thought as she opened the box from Sophie. Upon seeing the dress inside, she was unable to hold in a gasp. It was beautiful, unlike anything she had ever seen. Somewhere in her mind, Shiro started matching the dress with accessories in her possession. She wanted to feel beautiful, in this dress from Sophie. Carefully holding the dress to prevent it from wrinkling, Shiro went into her room. She was still grateful to Sophie for what she did. This room bore traces of Shiro’s personality, in the fairy lights along the back wall and the bed pillows, all in shades of brown and white and gold. There was storage underneath the bed; Shiro had asked for it as a special request, and was grateful to Sophie for accepting. Opening one of the drawers, Sophie retrieved her butterfly bracelet from its box. Putting on the bracelet, Shiro matched the rest of her accessories to the dress. She undressed, letting her clothes pile up in the co...

  The girl reached up towards you, her hand shaking. She sees you walking away,  blurring at the edges  just out of sight and the  screams of her telling you to come back, not wanting  you to get hurt by people who don’t understand  language is a precious gift to keep memory sleep under the stars as children  holding close a lullaby. stay close in the dark, where things are not danger and she does not have  nightmares of you on the ground and bleeding the love away. History there, too much history, you in her shadow  so many times to keep her safe at school  blurring at the edges, just out of sight and memory long after they tease her for  trying to hide. Native voices keep memory and bring it back to a place that does not remember you because of the distortion. “You do not belong,” they say to her when they see she loves a girl  but she loves that girl because she doesn’t look like you  The way you are separated by a gu...