20260611 Poem by XinLan Zheng

i thought maybe your sunshine steps would drag me out from the shade
push back my forward-fallen shoulders and clear the heaviness weighing down my eyes
you would reignite a vigour in my head
let the fuel burn, kidnap me from the girl who lets a monster reign in her stead
UGH, instead i rely on the comfort of my bed
endlessly calling out your name a frenzy in my mind
mitski's song mentions a little death. tired but flushed, honey trickled vine
title this tragedy: ghostly pledges of my never prince