The Girl in My Head by Jade Mitchell

?Trigger Warning: Self-Harm

The girl in my head tells me to be tender with the skin I was given, to sculpt it into the body I have always wanted. I have never felt at home in the bones I have grown. I am the echo at the end of the tunnel, a voice calling back to what was. I want to grow a garden out of what rots, I tell her. I want to cultivate my heart and feel every root grow. I want to become in the bloom of what hurts, what heals, where I feel at home. But I treat my body like a curse. I walk all over it with dirty boots. I open my wounds with the kitchen knife. I skip stones in the pit of my throat and feel the body sink. The girl in my head tells me, there is still love to be shed. One day, I will believe her. One day, I will house her into a home that is not a storm in its reckoning. I will let go of every salt-song I sing. I will let go of every ghost that haunts, and it will not feel like regret but release. The girl in my head tells me to be tender with the skin I was given, and I begin by opening every window of my heart and learning not to be afraid of what enters it.

Jade Mitchell

Jade Mitchell

Jade Mitchell is a poet residing in Glasgow, Scotland. She is a poetry reader for Up The Staircase Quarterly. Her work has been featured in Words Dance Publishing, Persephone’s Daughters, L’éphémère Review, Rising Phoenix Review, and others. Her work can be found on her blog: vagabondly.tumblr.com.
Jade Mitchell