she was damaged goods
labeled "fragile" but
they broke her anyways
she feels guilty
for
pulling people out of their homes
and kidnapping them
only to have them
eventually fall into a trance
and end up loving her
for some girls
whatever they touch turn into gold
or champagne, glitter maybe
but whatever she touches
burns and dissolves into ashes
not because her fingers are matches
but because everyone else was friction
YOU ARE READING
the morning after
Poesiaand everything changes the morning after, right? // highest rank - #108 in poetry
