defense

inspired by “Sometimes I Cry” by DJ

i would typically condemn the traverse of personal endeavors and school work but it just so happens that i’m studying upon a hobby for my degree. the following excerpt you are about to graze, although being an assigned work for one of my creative writing classes, is one i will now thrust upon your once leisurely scroll and transfigure your viewer experience to that of empirical desolation. just kidding- kinda.. but anyways prepare the pads of your fingers to propel as i take you on a poetic voyage through the impression of lovelessness:

who was foolish enough to state that the passage of cadence would affix a lesion?

when was it that the nervous chuck throughout my stomach became a punch when their name was summoned?

when was it that stepping stones encapsulated in pixels turned to a boiling pot only to be lifted by a callused touch?

when was it that the marbles i used to look through deceived me into thinking they were eyes?

when was it that the levy became barren.

i couldn’t be too sure.

i dwell upon these hypotheticals as the sprinklers wash over the dandelions wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to the grass.