“Like a prickly pear cactus” by Sofia Kioroglou

The glass ceiling is shattered.
The shards of reality coming
down on my head like stair rods.

My hair still in a tangle.
The splinters of bias
stinging my scalp like
a prickly pear cactus.image

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