This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Chapel Hill chapter.
crystal
fortify my tastebuds
tell me what direction i must drive
to have a taste of the upside-down future
boxed glass
but who am i
to sleep all day
and explode into a sprinkled violence at night
rimmed clarity
i am silent on your lips
and sour in your brain
silence when i’m missing and you die