sometimes i wish i were none of it
i hate to classify things as bad or good
but how does the dark become something
entirely different in the same space?
are they similar?
particles dusted off, painted anew
by some glassy-eyed god or something
i want to feel my skin rip off because
how do you get hurt so bad and it
just because i want to feel myself burn
doesn’t mean i want to see it
Shannon Cawley is currently a student at West Virginia University, majoring in secondary education. Her first chapbook, depression is a thunderstorm and i am a scared dog, is set to be released during the summer of 2017. Shan is an advocate for sexual assault/health rights, as well as mental illness awareness. You can view Shan's work on her author website, shannoncawley.wordpress.com and follow her Twitter/Instagram @shancawleywvu.