An image on the oval. A great lack luster view,
That was printed in the memory Of June. A stark-white body of an ex-lover; She really never knew.
A birdsong as an alarm,
For a summer morning.
Nadiah makes the decision not to Wilt underneath the covers,
And stumbles to the bathroom.
In hopes, that sleep made her Skin iridescent like a candy wrapper.
Perhaps, even she transformed Into
An ancient siren, with a magical
Sparkling blue-green fin!
But once more she sees that reality
Has won again and, that were her feet
She used to go stare at the same
Thin long reddish lines meet her Tender blue topaz eyes.
She has to empathize with herself That she is special. Not being refined like her sisters, Doesn’t mean she needs to give
Into dusk’s torture.
Where she sleeps with men
That don’t sleep next to her.
And where she pretends that she Will soon arrive at love.