By: Mira Soriano
Where are my sun-colored glasses?
Tears blur my vision
As I make the—
Move a pillow
And I draw open the curtain—
Just the one, frosted windows remain closed and
Blurrier, blurrier, blurrier—
I can’t see and
I rolled out the yoga mat and
Stare through the above
A corpse in position
Just as I was told to be and
I feel guilty because
Lola just wants to talk
To connect, to care
For me
Me?
But I can not humour her
This
The world
Today
I rip out my tears and I see the imitation sunflowers
I wrapped around the cold metal bars of my bed
And I think of how Vincent
Used to eat yellow paint
Author's
Mira Soriano is an aspiring creative writer and artist based in Mindanao, Philippines. She's probably listening to BTS right now. Or reading. Or both.