All seems too slow
enough to lose myself,
including my cranial reins
so persistent
as to rear myself
alongside the classes,
although it's a struggle
given the space;
the cold, abstract space
that adorns my flesh
in rashes;
stinging coarser as it
mixes with the climate on Earth.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
