Riches to Rags: Shallow breaths

Dartinia Hull
4 min readDec 28, 2021

People have asked me why I didn’t leave him. He would tell me if you try to leave me, I will come to Colonial Beach and blow you to bits, and I am sure he would have done exactly what he said.

My mother’s breathing barely moves the blankets. I climb into her day bed, curling around her and laying my head on hers, gently so as not to wake her. Her hair — so soft, always soft, wavy. When she was in her early 20s, and a mini-skirt wearing college student, she let her hair grow until it reached the small of her back. Before walking to the two miles to school, she’d part it in…

Dartinia Hull

Unapologetically Black. THAT mom. I probably need a nap. Played clarinet in band. I put words on pages. Love avocado. Strangers tell me their secrets.