By Siena Edwards

i think i found you under ultra violets
only the whites of your eyes and
your teeth glittered
toxic waste
you asked me my name and now
i’m draped in shards of glass and velvet

dream room i

can’t feel my feet they
danced off my body
i can’t stand up because i’m
sitting already

and burned into unfamiliar eyes is my
lightning-struck face and i
don’t want to be remembered as that


who held two worlds in her paws

and i think i
smelled your hands in a dream once
you carried me in an empty parking lot drenched in
twilight starlight

i think you found me when
i still thought eyes were something i could hold

and explain

i’ve taken a trip and i haven’t come back

not until i find another wasteland

maybe then it’ll set me straight

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