reading w.i.t.c.h. comics
tethered by obligation to my childhood,
the shimmering fantastical oasis,
I recreated in my mind without
any of my father’s presence or vitriolic touch.
I am safe now, while
I skim through comic scans,
achieving dream I never did in childhood,
and I thought it would feel better.
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I like the contrast between oasis and the last line, how things don’t always turn out the way we expected. Nice work!