- 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