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  • Mikayla Wobrak
  • Jan 7, 2022
  • 1 min read

with lollipop-sweet syrup

dripping

from your

teeth, the corners

of your candied-

apple lips turned up

in a Cheshire grin

as if you

had a secret and

not even

i could know.


sometimes

behind your saccharine-

sweet smile,

i can taste something

that has gone

sour.


By M. Wobrak (2013)

  • Mikayla Wobrak
  • Jan 7, 2022
  • 1 min read

i. sensation


the bird inside

my ribcage

sings,

his wings beating

out a life-rhythm,

first soft, but growing

ever louder

with each

brush of your

fingertips

upon my hand,

my skin.

ii. perception


you are

the candle,

the feathering flame

that i look to

when the

ephemeral pools

of stardust

have dried up

among the skies

above,

when my tired eyes

no longer

want to see.


By M. Wobrak

Originally published in AEONS Literary Magazine, Norwin High School (2013)

  • Mikayla Wobrak
  • Jan 7, 2022
  • 1 min read

i kissed a girl

who lit up the

entire sky,

a lovely, lively

ball of

fire and love,

the life-giving star

on its daily path

past earth.

but the sun in the sky

cannot feel

her own radiance,

cannot see how

she warms

all the air

and kisses the

blushing cheeks

of an ungrateful girl

who could not

realize her warmth

until she is

gone, far

beyond the

horizon.


By M. Wobrak

Originally published in Overkill Literary Magazine, Allegheny College, 2015

 © 2018-2023 Mikayla Wobrak

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