The fall always comes
A response to True Romans All
by Emilie Collyer
Their problem was in underestimating me.
This has been the case since I was a child. It used to pull at me, like hooks under skin. Not even worth a mention. Not even: ‘Keep an eye on that one.’ Nothing. The glazed flick with the eye, dismissing me. Not built for fighting. Not pretty enough for fucking.
In a city where you rise to the top with boots and knives or sink under the weight of others’ ambitions, I found a way.
Living between the cracks.