Mary Jane

Rustling with my itchy wool jacket 

As the night begins to call 

And my harsh cologne is my only

advocate I begin to disappear, the eves

doll 

The yellow hue of a city at night 

My lack of trepidation 

Escapism consumes me, there is no

foresight Euphoria relaxing my frustration 

Pleading for Mary Jane to stay 

Take off the wool coat as I scratch myself

numb On my knees grabbing her as she frays

In her wake my head beats like a dull drum 

My body the silhouette of a man I used to

be The jacket torn to shreds but all I can do

is flee

Eva Bishop is a high school junior in the literary arts program at Lafayette High School. She loves to write poetry, long fiction, and essays. She is interested in pursuing a career in neuroscience and conducted a study on how poetry impacts mental health and the prefrontal cortex.