Nothing is Missing
Arranged beauty, a vanishing self. Silent guns in the corner reveal an…
Read more →Lavender light reveals daily decay: war's distant echo, body's stains, smiling gods buried.
Every day, the windows fill with lavender light—
I bite my lips, then rinse my face, brush my teeth,
pick at my skin even though I know better,
I spend my whole day
eating junk food, watching
YouTube videos of war in the desert.
slowly, the day sinks into the mirror of my bedroom,
all soldiers become dolls,
killing each other with painted, polished hands,
I keep to myself, scream into a pillow—
my body is covered in post-period spotting,
I start looking
for wads of toilet paper, something to erase it,
but see a landfill of stained cotton flowers
stacked like smiling gods waiting to be buried alive.