Contributor: Alyssa Telgenhoff

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A dress.
One simple dress.
Fabrics intertwined together,
exactly like the lies we tell to each other.
I know my mom imagined me
dancing, twirling, in this dress.
The only dance I'll be doing is
around the truth.
My mother will want to sweep
makeup to cover my flaws.
Like when she sweeps the truth
under the rug.
I regret telling her,
She made me do it.
She pushed her dresses,
skirts,
makeup,
views,
down
my
helpless
throat.
I don't blame her though.
All my mother wanted was a little girl.
To be her little doll.
I told her,
yelled actually.
“Mother on the inside,
who I truly am is a
boy.”
She turned slowly,
slapped me across the face,
and bought the
dress.


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Alyssa Telgenhoff has two of her works published. Her current project is a young adult novel about time travel.