Thursday, July 7, 2011


I used to be my mother's doll.
She'd dress me up and photograph me,
Put shoes on my feet and bows in my hair.
She told me what I could and couldn't eat
And made me smile.
Before I killed myself,
I destroyed all the photographs
Or the girl-skeleton with painted lips
And socks stuffed into a bra she's too young for.
I don't want to be remembered.

About Solstice Stevens:
Solstice Stevens is a three-time published novelist, self-proclaimed social critic, self-proclaimed "hypocrite and proud", rampant teratophiliac, and survivor of bulimia nervosa. She lives in and operates out of Texas.

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