IceGalaxy

May we dance in dappled autumn light,
wearing silk clothes wrapped around our
tanned bodies, sun-streaked hair 
billowing behind us.

When this is over,
may we nurse our wounds and tend to the bruises

you can hold my head under the water
you can tell me i don't belong
you can throw snakes and stones at me
you can tell me everything i do is wrong

but the longer your hand
glued to my head 
stays underwater, the

Finally!
Oh, finally we have made it. The
built-up pressure of
finals,
who likes who, and
drama
released. 
No more rules,
dress codes,
worries. 
No more papers,
pencils, 
tests.
No more. 

i want to say
im fine
 

i close my eyes
turn on headphones
spend a good portion of time fiddling with bluetooth
press play.

color

everywhere.

like through a 
vr set. 
silver dashes on this side of the room