By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
like a
watermelon slice glistens, seen
through two acid screens, my pupils dilate
to
the clock ticks, fast, like my heart rate.
Unlike the start, this now feels like a dream
as my classic commitment issue doubts
begin to fade, replaced by wonder at
the light you shine. I am your copycat
trying to sprout but I’m withering out,
unworthy. perhaps it’s you that I’d been
afraid of. far more radiant, with fate
protecting you from me. from my claws’ scout
for soft skin. I’m digging in. we will last.
