by sneha narayan, 11a
there is a period in time
where I am only focused on two words
reflected // kaleidoscopic
the truth, and the beauty
and they are mutually exclusive
the truth is never ugly
but the ugly is always true
loveliest darling in the crowd
the hidden face, shadowed eyes
darkest eyes no one could look into
so sure they would drown, drown, drown,
a mute loudspeaker
scratchy throat and too-loud words
a simulation only needs two things,
shrouded truth and the unveiled fantasy
the people close in
pushed into the maggot pit
all you need is a cube canvas
all the possible possibilities
there is a universe
where a droopy eye is lovely
where a snore on a shoulder is truth
veiled armour
the planet is a simulation
365 days, a glitch in time
three, four, five seasons
or less, you are numb the whole year round
changing dates and changing faces
flipping switches, switching it up
darling cut a hand on a tin can
bled a little bit
am I alive?
unwrap the linens,
scarred skin cries out
did you forget how to act?
forget how to feel?
forget the way your skin felt on skin?
lonesome love,
I love you
we are a simulation
and my love simplifies you.