I Am Not Your Final Girl

by Claire C. Holland

We’re strong and slutty, quiet and confident, outspoken and sarcastic and we don’t feel like smiling because we have work to do. We defy definition. And we’re not going down without a fight.

I like a girl with spirit when what he means is I like a girl that can break.

There is nothing else in this world like realizing you’re going to live and not being sure you can.

She is so tired of waiting —aren’t you?— for the world to become good and tolerable and kind.

A creature made docile with friction. I can’t exist in a way that comforts you.

I’d rather arm myself in blood than be a pretty statue to stare at.