• valentinaalexandre 23w


    your cup presses to your mouth
    an amber river thrashes about,
    your throat burns like dry ice and hot oil
    but when
    your eyes search the room
    to find somebody high enough
    to talk to you.
    you are an island without neighbors.
    you are outcast, sick and unnoticed
    look again and see that everyone
    carries mirrors in their eyes
    you are the glinting reflection
    of their unexamined status.