Poetry
Imposter Syndrome
Away from home with imposter syndrome
Fading far from the plight of perfectionism
Taunted by the unexplored, not on any exec boards
Sometimes struggling to just get out of bed
My roommate wakes up and runs ten miles
While I have clothes heaped in piles
And a hundred unorganized files on my desktop
Too anxious to answer an email
In constant comparison and competition
I’m not motivated by grades or majors
Student governance or unpaid labor
But paranoid I need to fit in
Cold-Blooded
But eternity feels like a never-ending room / that lengthens with every step forward
Lullaby in Lycorma
A corpse-clothed commute cross / A soul-sodden sidewalk
Incantation by the Witch of Hanoverton
“If you kill me,” she shouted, “I’ll return and bring ruin upon this town!”
My Twin in the Pink Sheets
Was there ever a sign / in the slamming of doors...
Rotten Girl, Grotesque Romance
My final breath belongs only to you / As darkness takes away the remaining light.
To the Little Mixed Girl in the Back of the Classroom
You are not “too much” of one thing and “not enough” of another.
Good Girl, Rotting Teeth
The trial never ceased, the heavy shackle tightens
Ghosts of Fresno
One fateful day, on eve of May, an ancient stage they found