Zemira

it stretches my face apart 

not unlike the plates 

we learn about in science class. 

pulling at my jaw, 

cheeks, 

lips, 

until finally 

my whole demeanor 

i break lines like a maniac 

obsessed with meter, st

opping thoughts before they begin

: a psy

                 chotic insomniac frankenstein's

scientist type f

it feels weird 

walking past you like strangers 

knowing i still remember 

everything about you 

from your favorite color 

You can do everything in the world to prove yourself, 

but sometimes you might not have to.

You just have to find the right people. 

this night 

the light is a milky, silvery blue 

cascading down from the sky

in rays that look like liquid silk

dripping off tree branches 

and coating the world in a cool, heavenly glow