What if I evaporated?
If everything that pricks me draws a red sea-
There’s woe, and then there’s the sea.
The salt black, heavy stinging, clumped.

I picked at my face til’ it bled today and I locked myself in my room.
I hoped the grade on my “examination” would disperse
Like molecules in water. But my vision does not waver. Every color
Precipitates in torrents like sheets of wax,

As solid and clear as any lucid dream, so then
Will they miss me away? Will we grow?
Am I destined to be condensation on my friends’ foreheads,
Dripping gruesomely, drifting off steam?

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