electric pieces.

smiling through crooked panoramas and reflecting through skewed prisms

i’m not a typical anything

being slightly not put together just feels right to me

i never fancied glue

i always thought pictures, horizons, clouds and people were more becoming when they were split in two

fascinated with the way windshields divide from the force of the smallest pebble

beautiful, fragile, delicate and still able to burst, so electric like transparent tie dye

my melancholy spills out in bright hues of bravery

and i apologize if it’s contagious

my smiles are created of all of my beautiful and broken pieces.

-lakin imani

 

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