old soul As a girl I was toldI had an old soulthought it meant I hadbeen to earth many times beforebut never got it right I settled into youthThe old soul descended likea bag of bonespast lives' corpsesFelt like I wasn't getting it rightthis t… Read on blog or Reader The Rising Phoenix Review Read on blog or Reader old soul By Jacqulyn Seyferth By The Rising Phoenix Review on July 7, 2024 old soul As a girl I was told I had an old soul thought it meant I had been to earth many times before but never got it right I settled into youth The old soul descended like a bag of bones past lives' corpses Felt like I wasn't getting it right this time either I thought if I was smaller I'd survive became a tiny red bug crawling across a page with words too big to read a prick of blood with legs page turned too early and I'm crushed crimson on cream smudged to pink by a sweaty thumb How can others see my soul but I can't? By Jacqulyn Seyferth Biography: Jacqulyn Seyferth is 22 years old and is looking forward to starting her MFA in Creative Writing at the University of Missouri-Kansas City. She loves writing short stories, personal essays, and poetry, along with her own illustrations. Keep up with her on Instagram @jacqulynseyferth. Comment

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