The trail of the dying’s ghost
Drying up the souls of youth
Molded to change a whole nation.
Now astray, seeking
A lost fire.
Meet Rhea Catada, her neon red hair and welcoming smile. You’d never know mama calls her baby.
I know how it feels to be seen as trash.
But it makes me feel like
I’m beneath Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak.
Like “You can’t see me, but I see you.”