SCARLET: A Literary Blog

I don’t think I’ve ever bought Jamaica flowers on my own. I always take some from home, the bright buds clinging to a plastic bag. As a kid, I didn’t even know the small, red pieces came from a flower. It was in the kitchen, nestled amidst spices, so it was more like an ingredient […]

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All I’d ever wanted to feel is whole. Fully inside myself. But I was always pulled apart, a half step behind myself. The morning I had to do prayer turned out like this too. I held my hands out, tensing and relaxing my fists over and over so I could feel my arms, so I […]

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