In Her Mother’s Likeness


By Alyssa Jordan

 

[Let’s start with the present] 
Ella doesn’t trust people.  

She hides this fear well, beneath her words 
and her swagger. She pretends to be 
the bitchy girl. It’s a good mask, 
one that is thick enough 
to make her feel safe. 

One day, 
he tells her she doesn’t hide 
her fear well; she doesn’t hide it 
at all.  

Her mask is flimsy and white and thin, 
much like the rest of her. 

Ella still pretends 
she wears armor instead of paper. 

[Now we pick a day at random] 
Ella buys rum-laced coffee at a gas station. 

She bites her lip 
when a disheveled man 
stumbles out of a bus, cussing out 
the driver. He looks her way, 
so she smiles, ever so gently.

[Rewind] 
Ella thinks about the bus she rode as a kid. 

Every day, she wore lacy dresses, 
shiny black shoes. She crossed her legs 
and she never spoke, not even 
when the driver started to look 
her way. 

It wasn’t long before he did more 
but still, she could not speak.

Ella bore it all like her mother before her.

Where it stops, 
she doesn’t know.

 



Alyssa Jordan is a writer living in the United States. She pens literary horoscopes for F(r)iction Series. Her stories can be found or are forthcoming in The Sunlight PressX–R-A-Y Literary MagazineLEON Literary Review and more. You can find her on Twitter @ajordan901 or Instagram @ajordanwriter.





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