I bought rosemary and basil and put them on my windowsill.
I keep promising my body more water.
I believe in Prince and Lemonade.
Healing feels less like a baptism
and more like running my fingers along a jagged knife.
This post is part of Write Your Ass Off April, a Twenties Unscripted 10-Day Writing Challenge #WYAOApril. I am responding to the “Heal” prompt. Check out the challenge here.