Posted on November 26, 2018
It was late, after 2am. I was laying in my lofted bed, in the tiny room of the massive apartment my roommate Kayla and I lived in. My phone lit up in the darkness as my friend called. "Jen, just calling to wish you a great day tomorrow." Click, the call ended. A drunken, ramble-filled text followed.
The myth states phoenix will rise out of the ash of their old life. At the time, that was all I could hope for.
Phoenix Down: From the Ashes We'll Rise. Acrylic. 2015.