Girl Blues

poetry by mush


To every girl who hides
Behind a sealed mouth and
Big headphones.

Who locks herself in her room and
Turns her music loud to
Drown the demons banging
At the door.

To the girl who thinks she's half-crazy.
Who closes up like a fist whenever the world leans in.
To every girl uncomfortable in a pair of shorts.
And sits alone every night in the dark drinking her tears to take up less space.
To every daughter afraid to admit she is just like her mom.

Purple bruises and rain
Blue of every flame
If you are hard to touch
This ones for you.

To the girl who bleeds underwater and finds
God’s face on her wrist-
It’s time you come up for air

Fucked up and fabulous,
Broken but mending,
Come here.
And I will stand on water with you, in fishnets
Waiting for the tide to rise.