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#wordsandartcollide: It Girl by Rayna Halloway

I don’t care for the likes and follows For the girl I used to be. The girl with: the hair too dry from the GhDs the skin too dry from the MAC the nails too dry from the OPI the wallet too dry from the D&G. The life too dry from those friends who only want to be seen with that girl with straight hair, Red lips Red nails Red-soled heels. The girl with: A soul turned to dust from that photo, the one you said would make him see me the one you said would make him like me It didn’t. But now everyone else has seen all of me and believe that I am a girl who can be liked for the night as if that label is what you had wanted all the time. Now I am the girl: with the hair too full from my natural…

#wordsandartcollide: Go and Thank Your Mother by Rayna Halloway

I am 90% caffeine, served cold with a milky crust on top. I spend most mornings starving, and afternoons hunkered over my plate, for the 3.12 minutes I am given to eat. I wear bags under my eyes like most women wear mascara. The stretch marks on my tummy are my zero control control top undies. Did I have a shower today? Yoga pants, a stained t-shirt, a ponytail, are my uniform. My day is 14-24 hours long, 7 days a week, 362 days of the year, (If I’m lucky). I don’t get holidays sick days sleep ins sleep through the night. I wee a little when I sneeze. I use the toilet with an audience, and not in the cam-girl, “someone’s paying me for this” way. Today, I got peed on puked on pooped on and that was only between 7.07 and 7.43am. It takes me 8 hours to…

#wordsandartcolide: Shake the Starlight from My Hair by Rayna Halloway

I told them nothing about you, Not my friends, No my family, Not the one I held most close. To tell Would be to tell of my mistakes. My fear. To admit that I was scared that I had been wrong And that the path I had chosen, Might lead to despair, instead of Salvation. To share the whispers of you, Would be to share you. And since I had left and lost you, (Without having you) The memories are all that I had. They were for me alone. They were the only magic that I had left. So with cautious hands I threw my need for you into flickering fire. Watched flames lick and curl at photo paper, Till there was only ash and lost memories. And those memories were no longer my home. As I dusted away sand and smoke, And shook the starlight from my hair. I…