3 stars on yelp

you shield my ego, as I spiral down

into the abyss of depression.

believing in my ability

inspiring faith

on a walk to the gas station at 1 am.

trying to find beauty of aging 

in rusted street signs 

the peace in puddles 

water flowing on the asphalt

as we approach the led signs 

filled with gallium compounds

I feel the chemical warm inside myself

we will all be radioactive one day

and in some twisted way I’ll bet on that

so I won't have to brave this world again

a man in front of the soda fountain

halts all my oppositions

and I swear I saw evil in his eyes

when he turned to look at me 

that I couldn’t fight off

I thought you were helping?

I don’t mean to drive 

myself to isolation like this.

About the Author

Zoey White is a junior English major with a Literature concentration. She enjoys writing poetry for class and in her free time. Zoey hopes that her work leaves readers feeling understood, yet questioning the world around them.