Highschool Infinity.

You...

In a city of cellophane people, origami crowds, are carved from the plastic - a porcelain child with cotton thread hair. Like muddy sneakers in the dryer, my heart beats in it's calcium cage, as your iridescent eyes peer into me, thinking. Your presence is like drowning, whilst watching everyone around me breath.

So I do not understand why they judge your skin, for the ribbons tied into your ivory wrists, for the mauve lines etched under your eyes, your comic-book clumsiness that segregates you from the class. I slave to replace a bridge that never was there, with soft brushes of skin and an army of angry anthologies directed at the rotten hearts that don't exist. Veteran I am not, my one consolation prize is a medal branded into my jaw, a Purple Heart* to fade with time. 

Yet I watch your eyes glimmer, sparking with a laugh, the sunlight clinging to you as I bleed on your kitchen floor.  I can feel your smile against my skin, fire hot against frozen peas and I love you. 


*Purple Heart - A medal awarded to America solders who have been wounded or killed while serving in the war on or after April 5th, 1917. It is the older military medal in the United States.