prism star

I want to be the update of a website.
The moment you see something
real and you reach for its
face. Dimensional melt, finding

I want to be the sand
sticking to sweat.
Your sweat. To break into
all those little pieces,
into myself. I want to feel
like oil freckled on a petal
in the sun. Watch me
shine. Watch me sway

in the wind, like a prism. Yeah,
it’s okay to follow change
if you look in to the mirror
at least once a day. 


[image: tumblr]

Karen CygnarowiczComment