Mackenzie Pence, Editor

Beastly notes blare
From my dreams I wake
Although not from my thoughts

The water hits
And tries to cleanse
But my thoughts remain unclean

Rip away the knots
Of exhaustion and acceptance
Although my thoughts remain tangled

The steady breath
Of my sibling in a soft slumber
Where his thoughts are sound asleep

Oh how I long for simplicity
And a life of uncaring say
And as I apply my mask of insecurity
I wonder, will they like me today?