how brown how heavy how beautiful
the sky is falling in flakes like burnt pastries I cannot step away from the campfire breeze and if I were to ask you for a drag of your cigarette my parents would not notice a difference no strange odor to stain my breath because everyone else’s cars and clothes and homes smell the same I feel like a masochistic indie movie delinquent when I suck the air through my nasal cavity in a draw so intense that my chest swells full blast vacuuming dirty death and dust particles. but I down omega-3 and biotin vitamin capsules with my green veggie breakfast I don’t drink soda I don’t chew processed cheeseburgers or supersized chili fries I sleep nine hours most nights I am wholesome health and purity this virtuous clean being so why now why today why do I like to inspire that which makes my lungs grey perhaps it is because I love this new shade introduced across the entire expansion of my atmosphere not blue not pink not from any palette of pastels it’s a chaotic, destructive, almost anomalous color this hazardous holiday swarms me in darkness, deviance like a muddy fog for once you can compare my eyes to the sky how brown how heavy how beautiful Mia Valenzuela is a real life Disney Princess/ writer from Santa Ana, southern California. She attends Orange County School of the Arts in the Creative Writing conservatory and performs musical things on a stage sometimes. Her work has been published by Inkblot, Nu Lit House, tenderness, and Vagabond City lit. She likes butter pasta, anything lavender scented, raspberry green tea boba, and wearing 90s butterfly clips in her hair. Sun in Aquarius, Moon in Sagittarius, Taurus Rising. The internet knows her as @miagvalenz. |