egatobas fles

Written by: Zoe Luglan

sickly i lay in sweetness,

euphoria riding my exhale,

like the cliff's whale, i

fall for salvation

sadness lies low and quiet,

a flutter in the chambers, a

bellyache of the forlorn heart.

orange is what i long to be,

to challenge the sun

and to win at last, be the

girl who is a lover of herself

evermore, evermore