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[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]Paige Garner
[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row thb_divider_position=”bottom”][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”363″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row thb_divider_position=”bottom”][vc_column width=”1/4″][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text] in the middle of March the bathroom floods wade through the water towards the shower drain cold and wet, I pick apart the matted hair – my chewed off fingernails are no good in here – I dig for hours on end until it is unearthed long forgotten, it sits under the water staining it red it must have fallen out many months ago, or invisible hands reached up and ripped it from my chest; no stranger to the pain, I wouldn’t have noticed but now am I expected to dust it off and put it back in its rightful place? after living for so long without it, this is how I learned to be no, back into the drain it goes. I’ll call the plumber tomorrow.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/4″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row thb_divider_position=”bottom”][vc_column][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row thb_divider_position=”bottom”][vc_column][vc_column_text] Paige Garner is a first-year Creative Writing student, working on her portfolio of poetry published as a collection in the near future. Growing up as a woman in the changing world has lead to a feeling of discontent, prevalent in her writing. She writes a lot about her experience as a young world designed for men. The anger drives her, inspires her, insists that she makes her voice heard. Check out her poetry on her Instagram dirtbabypoetry [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]