Goodbye, Familiar

it’s the witching hour and

i’m digging through my jeans

and i’m pulling out stars by the pocketful

they’re sharp burning bright 

all i can think of is how much i like the pain

how it feels on my skin 

it’s too familiar it feels like home

what is the price of fate

when it’s too close to me 

karma bares its sharp teeth 

in an eager saturnian grin

what is the price of love

with shivers of insanity creeping up behind me 

it crawls into the creases of my neck

ear and forehead, my lips red as cherries slut!

i am a mastermind 

but i’m not as smart as you 

i wait on whispers little shadows 

i call them sweet nothings

that’s all they are in the end 

nothing. 

so i give myself permission

pass me the matches 

i’ll burn this whole place to the ground. 

Cielo Rodriguez is a writer, student, and current Editor in Chief for The Round Up at NMSU. She has been writing since she was about ten years old and has never stopped since.

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