by The Cowl Editor on September 30, 2021


two people in front of a broken heart
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by Anna Pomeroy ’23


I never liked hearing the truth.

It always scared me because

I would fear the worst

As the words slipped out of their mouths

With no point of return.


At age four, it was a struggle

For my parents to tell me they were getting

a divorce.

Sitting me down, their voices were hushed

By my shouts—

“No talking!”

I’d state demandingly

Thinking that if I were to not

Hear those words—
Those words that would eventually carry on with me through life—

It wouldn’t have to happen.