Night reached a sticky hand 

Into her packet of pop rocks, hair

Messy but with perfect curls, eyes

Ever-changing with the color of dusk, 

Silky purple dress that twirled 

Today I

ran through the rain, hair

newly cut and weightless even though

it was drenched; I

ate strawberries dusted with sugar while

doing homework, pencil

tracing neat letters across math homework I

I love post-script, thought Benvolio as he sat curled in his favorite armchair.  His favorite music was humming through his airpods into his ears, and as he watched raindrops gather and drip down the windowpane, he fel