Sigil

we throw the basketball back and forth
rubber skin poised at our fingertips
practice practice practice
she shoots I shoot
she taunts me I see red
on her chest bright and thick
hands clutching her shirt
like in the movies
I hate her I hate her
then I’m sorry
she stays mad for a week or so
we laugh it off now
but the abnormal tissue is still
knitted into her chest
a sigil forced
and I am ashamed

Photo: Blood by Mate Marschalko [Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic]

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Published by Christy Leos

Hi! I’m Christy Leos – Writer, Editor, and Author with a background in English Literature, social media, digital content creation, and access to justice work for marginalized communities. 📌When I write, I am the best version of myself; I am a storyteller.📌 📣 Work featured on LatinaMedia.Co, ABC13, Southern Laced, and InspirationalBlogs.com. With a liberal arts degree in English Language and Literature from Rice University, I’m grateful I’ve been given “the chance to work hard at work worth doing.”

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