Poetry
Alyssa
Kaytlin Thornton
issue one.
There are nightsI fight sleep, the way we
did when toys and TV shows were all that mattered,
at our weekend sleepovers where the air gently
rang with the lilting tones of little-girl laughter.
I remember your gap-toothed grin and my
wide-eyed look of wonder. And all our little
games we’d play beforeI decidedI
was too old, andI became so fickle.
You asked me how oldI was whenI saw you
the other day, and now that we are ladies
our relationship is different than it used to
be when we were children, and thoughI still
hold you so dear to my heart.
I wonder when it was that we drifted apart.
About the Author
Kaytlin Thornton is a graduate English student at the University of South Alabama, where she is a prose editor for Oracle Fine Arts Review. She has written articles for several of the university’s student publications and her creative work has been featured in Aura Literary Arts Review. Kaytlin writes because she believes that storytelling is one of the best ways to both connect with and understand other people. She can be found @kaytlinthornton on most social media platforms.
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