Green Bruises

Rebecca Allen ’25
Staff Writer

You remind me of her
But not in the way
That I expected.

I feel even more alone
When I’m surrounded
By people. Even in
Your arms
I feel like
I’m standing
In the desert:
The barrenness
Engulfing me,
The only audible sound
Is the wind blowing sand
Against my ankles.

I dream of roses but I
Swallow thorns.

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