by Maddie DePuy
When I was young, before the world turned grey,
childhood’s blessings burst all around me.
Its flowery blooms of innocence protected me.
The shade of stems concealed me
from hurt of the outside world,
and I danced and danced in the garden of youth.
And then it was lost.
If smiles were lost,
the world would turn too cold.
One stretched-like-rubber might be scary.
One hardly there is the mask of a shy child.
One au-natural makes babies hair curl.
Loss makes everything more valuable.
Will my breath ever slip away?
The mediocre air pumps through me
on an air-tight schedule,
delivering minutes into my life
freshly packaged and ready-to-go.
But will they ever disappear?
Thump thump. In and out. In and out.
The pulse of my core, the seat for my soul.
Red throbs with the beat of my breath,
If the heartbeat dissolved, so would I.
along with my future
I’d melt into the earth,
vanishing from the memory of my great,