you were wrong i can still remember running from you, seeking shelter beneath the soft needled pines; how the howling wind masked the sound of my breathing and the trees made me feel peace and security as they shielded me from the hiss of your voice—i recall how you could never find me when i hid in the trees for hours and hours to avoid you because the trees became a mask and the crows became my friends, and i would laugh when they cawed and woke you up; you would curse them but i fell in love with their dark wings because i realized that sometimes things that people consider ugly really aren't ugly at all—those crows offered me understanding because i, too, was misunderstood by everyone including you; i was judged unfairly just as they by everyone including you—one day you will see heaven shining in my wings and you will see that you were wrong. Bio: Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has five published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press - June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon - January 2014), If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016), My Wings Were Made to Fly (September 2017, Flutter Press), and Splintered With Terror (Scars Publications, January 2018).
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