by Sara McInnis-Misenor ‘18
An adolescent girl covered in shadows,
Watching, waiting, observing,
Visions of lives unconnected to her own.
They go by,
Humming the tunes they're told are popular,
Dancing to the beats they're told are acceptable,
Living themselves as pawns to the meritocracy.
Chaining themselves to each other.
Forming a massive cult of ideas and ideals,
More and more are attracted.
Succumbing themselves to the vortex,
And falling into orthodoxy.
A young girl draped in darkness stands at its edge,
Observing the souls,
Now lost at last,
Watching the ones she once looked into.
She spreads her arms, and clears her mind,
Her beautiful, dark coverings turn to colorless drapes.
Escaping into the void, she cries out,
The world outside is empty now.
No one left to watch her leave,
No one left to mourn her absence.