Gap Year

A love letter to my first apartment

by Krystal

Gap Year

You’ve expanded in the last year

allowed yourself to take up space,

Dared to steal it without apology.


You burnt sage, burnt meals, 

burnt old versions of you.

Timid, they were. Afraid to be seen.


A new kind of frustration became your ally

when that jar just wouldn't open

and you had no one...

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