Anything But Porcelain
Ari Gunther Hawthorn
“Thank you ma’am.”
Dylan said as he took the cookie and ate it.
“I just want to hear her singing Grandma.”
Romero said as he took a seat in an empty chair. Elleanna’s voice carried into the front as she sang and baked
“…Now I’m a warrior…Now I’ve got thicker skin…I’m a warrior….I’m stronger than I’ver been..And my armor, is made of steel, you can’t get in…I’m a warrior…and you can never hurt me again….Out of the ashes, burnin’ like fire….you can save your apologies…you’re nothing,but a liar…I’ve got shame, I’ve got scars…that I will never show…I’m a survivor…In more ways than you know…”