The Depth of Perception.
Arose from deep sleep amongst a bed
or floor,
all dependent on the day before.
Denial and displeasure taint my senses.
A seeping sun through dust sheeted blades,
welcomes me.
A heavenly, glowing beauty,
hastily denied.
Cloth draped the floor over as the waves upon the sand,
crinkled wrappers of the pleasurable gluttony cursed me as it sparkled,
sunlit.
I cursed the air, cold and fresh, only the distasteful temperature crossing my mind.
How only I complained,
and complained,
and complained.
How only the white tall walls, and the ceiling above me complimented my messes,
My mistakes,
My vanities.
Spiraling shells, sailed from Mexico and tainted with love caresses the wall,
missing a piece.
How careless of me.
Cursive gold letters,
over black torn and scraped leather.
Makeup from a mother, splattered or given to another.
How careless of me?
I saw with eyes reflecting the Huron River,
but I did not see.
A soul in the making is found in this place.
This place of,
my,
mistakes.
Glass printed by unclean hands have journeyed months in my mind,
but yet, there it is.
Still.
Straight teeth and a crooked smile.
A Beautiful home and a twisted life.
A Tan, glowing girl,
and a deceitful mind.
Olivia York is a junior high student. She lives in Michigan and takes interest in graphic design, advanced art, and creative writing courses. She has taken Advanced Placement courses in English Literature as well as multiple art and writing extracurricular activities. She enjoys being a part of the community through helping in communal activities such as festivals, dances, athletic organizations, and other volunteering opportunities.