"Happy birthday girl,"
my roommate Constance
joyfully pronounced.
She sits in front of me
with a stack of fluffy pancakes
towering between us.
Syrup runs
down its edges
and pools onto the plate
in a sugary mess,
while a singular candle
sits on top of the delicious mass.
When Constance tells me
to make a wish,
I close my eyes,
send my hopes
and desires
up towards the heavens,
and blow out the flame.
YOU ARE READING
Until I Rise Again
PoetryCollege: a time for growth, freedom, lust, and parties. The place to have the time of your life. But one disturbing encounter leaves Willow Brookes spiraling as she tries to make sense of what happened to her. Told in five parts, this novel follows...
