concave

By Kyra Allyson (@kykynvt)

numb my scalding mouth,

it is routine, it is practice,

i must sieve my words; we converse to converge.

veracity seemingly bubbles to the surface

only in the throes of delirium.

are we not more than just blood and bone?

perspective is a labyrinth, i ponder

and squander on what i deserve,

wade in shallow waters and prune my fingertips

for feeling, something raw – primal.

true religion lacks the weight it should bear,

it comes and goes like a dwindling flame,

a hollow resonance that plants a promise;

a vow to rival the superficial until i purchase

without money and without price.

Kyra Allyson is an 18-year-old who finds solace in the written word and has developed a unique style inspired from her own experiences, books, and music. She has gained recognition from literary magazines such as Rewrite the Stars Review and Bitter Melon Review. Juggling studies and overthinking, she stays sane by watching early 2000s rom-coms!