Born in the 90s
with neon for serotonin
that especially kicks in
in a numbingly dire need.
I'm one of those rare breeds
who runs away with the synths
as I cry in-place
when the air's a suffocating bitch
and there's fire in my face.
But a smile's what the smoke's bound to trace,
for potential adventure rings true
in dreams out of a fantasy,
all beneath the darkest blue
no harder to see
than the ailing heart within me.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoesíaWhat'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.
