I Am From a Willow Tree

Reflections of people, places, and things.

Photo by Caroline Hernandez on Unsplash

I am from the willow tree, where I create spaces from willowy branches to escape the wrath of my mother. Hiding underneath the flimsy blue curtain behind my bed, heels clicking from room to room, seeking my demise.

I am from Barbies, hand-made sparkling dresses, Christmas trees that fill the room, bubble lights, Chatty Cathy…