By Rachel Shaw
It’s still him, you know.
He didn’t shed his sins after you told him
that you can forgive but not forget.
That hand he’s holding you with is the same hand
that slapped your daughter.
The hand giving you roses is the same hand
that drew blood from her flesh
to match her tear stained cheeks
and the color of the blossoms.
He has hurt this family in more ways than you
will ever know.
But you let him back.
Wouldn’t you rather be given daisies?
After all–they don’t have thorns.
Post Script is a magazine written, edited, and produced by the Creative Writing Department of Barbara Ingram School for the Arts. Through our articles, stories, poems, and the occasional lifehack, we have shared some of the things most important to us. There is a remarkable diversity of talent to be found in our students and their work, and we are unified by a common respect for that diversity. The editors and writers that make Post Script possible don’t have an end goal in sight, but instead a vision of a magazine that allows us to explore, learn, and grow. We have ventured into a new medium for self-expression and self-reflection, and hope that our art and the effort that went into this project will encourage, engage, and enlighten readers of all backgrounds.
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