Crossed Over

by Santana Knox

When you’re a woman, your anger is either childish or irrational. It’s never justified. So I didn’t care to try to explain myself anymore.

sometimes, everything was all too much, and something to dull that sharp sting of existence didn’t feel so bad every now and then.

leaving me to stew, to boil myself alive in the brain soup of my mind until I was so uncomfortable, I had no choice but to give in,

but the look in her eyes begged otherwise, threatening beautiful violence with just a look. It was the kind that would bruise my soul and leave a permanent mark.

“I want the moon, the stars. I want an entire constellation made of us.” I nodded, turning my head back to her and growing a spine, claiming exactly what my heart demanded for once in my life. “I want to feel you in my soul.”