When the Tides Held the Moon

by Venessa Vida Kelley

Something in his nature calls to mine with music both familiar and strange.

“Salt water has healing properties. That is why our tears are made of it. Why should you hold them in?”

I was a walking composite of undesirable traits, and every time he said I was something more, I wanted to shake him, make him understand that I couldn’t survive in this stupid town if I believed I was better than the petty allowance of scraps I lived on.

“Just because she looks at you does not mean she sees you,”