Cracked at the Edges
I gaze into the unwelcoming eyes of passersby
Through pupils glazed with lies from a past denied
Thoroughly
Petrified
Entering a world of blank faces and weary spirits
Alone
In my head
Prone to repeating these droning tones
In my head
Must prove myself to a paper degree
That I am removed enough from the traitor in me
A character that I despise
A lazy creep that sleeps and lies
Must scrape together disjointed fragments of late nights
Textbooks and Marlboro lights
60 Watts of bulb light glaring
Until I fade into
Mornings I can’t remember
With glazed eyes
Eyes without the right to
Cry
But with privilege
Privilege to stare down
Unwelcoming eyes of passersby
This school can smell my indecision
Isolation
With its many forked tongues
It sheds its skin
Leaving the dead behind
The unprepared
Failed and lost
I want to lose
Myself
My eyes bleed recursive algorithms
Fibonacci numbers
Binary relations
But I haven’t cried
Yet
Slithering around somewhere in this town
Is a snake
With my focus in its throat
I sit
Mind wandering through feigned social networks
As a reptile chews through the last remnants of hope
I sit
Thoroughly petrified
Alone
Medusa
I am stone
Julian Daniels
Jayulian
