how much longer must i scrub
to wash these
feelings away–
dandelions are spreading through
my body, my skin
is a wasteland of soil
where my fingers go to mourn.
why does it melt
like sunflowers choked into oil
or rivers down my legs.
lay me down, slowly
into this estranged bathtub.
i want to feel the needles of water,
i want to sink like gutted bycatch,
i want to watch my hands disappear in the waves,
i want to bloom into a million pieces.
Jack He is a 16-year-old writer from Miami, Florida. He has been nationally recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. In his free time, he enjoys reading manhwa, playing guitar, and staring at ceilings.