today is prom and all my friends were
scattered about the school. their date’s
corsage, in the center of their eyes instead of
hearts. diamonds poured from their
lips, and out of their mouths, lost roses.
each girl wanted to be princess diana, and
some of them strived for cleopatra. an epidemic
spread, so quickly, like a bad disease, but it would wash
away during the night. the sky,would no longer be
a velvet dream, but heavy, and gray.
today, feels like any other day,
but tonight, they will get a crown
and this night will roll around again, next may
and as they get down, until saturday, the
only thing they’ll continue to say:
prom is the god of our hearts.
but yesterday, in art, another girl and I
exchanged glances, as the others talked
amongst us, and our eyes seemed to say:
we’ll be the dignified magnolias, in a
garden of ivy. the anxious sprig of tendrils,
danced in the air at school today. but I
was just anxious to survive it all, amongst
the sky, sick from the sun’s absence.