Wednesday, December 7, 2022

Ending by Skaja Evens

I deserved better than I received, and I take responsibility for being there. 
For my part.

It's not worth it to me to be angry. All you did was show me the person you are. 
You warned me, repeatedly, about your reality.

I played with fire. 
I got burned.

Not sorry it happened, cause I learned.

I am rising like a phoenix. Without you.





Skaja Evens is a writer and artist living in Southeast Virginia. She runs It Takes All Kinds, a litzine published by Mōtus Audāx Press. She’s been published with Spillwords Press, The Dope Fiend Daily, The Rye Whiskey Review, and The Crossroads Lit Magazine. She can often be found listening to music, considering the impossible, and enjoying her cats’ antics.


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