she was damaged goods
labeled "fragile" but
they broke her anywaysshe feels guilty
for
pulling people out of their homes
and kidnapping themonly to have them
eventually fall into a trance
and end up loving herfor some girls
whatever they touch turn into gold
or champagne, glitter maybe
but whatever she touches
burns and dissolves into ashesnot because her fingers are matches
but because everyone else was friction

YOU ARE READING
the morning after
Poetryand everything changes the morning after, right? // highest rank - #108 in poetry