Wednesday, 4 December 2024

One Poem by Hana S. Elysia

 





Heads That Don’t Turn

 

You don’t need to turn every head in the room 

I give you permission to be as ugly as you feel  

after losing your beauty—or what you thought your beauty was 

 

 

But I wouldn’t worry if I were you 

because someday the right head will turn, and you won’t even have tried 

no matter where you are in life, no matter how you appear 

 

 

He will turn to look at you as hearts pop in his eyes 

he will be enthralled by you 

and oh, he will love you.










Hana S. Elysia is a professional dancer turned writer with a keen interest in the dark and whimsical. Her writing has appeared in Cleaver Magazine, Confluence, Trembling with Fear, pacificREVIEW, and others. She was named the first place winner of the Duality: Creative Nonfiction contest in Cleaver Magazine and the 2023 Creative Writing Award in Confluence. More of her work can be found at hanaselysia.substack.com, as well as on Instagram @hana.s.elysia.

 

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