by Hima Mouli, I B.A. English
What if there was a worldWithout all the tumultuous pain
This mess of complicated discord
The mire of chaotic disorder
Like scars on smooth skin
A world that would know joy
Without the sharp price of pain
That apparent eutopic vision
Like a vague mirage-like dream
Sugary sweetness, almost sickening
But somehow I think that world
Seems scarier than this one
Maybe it’s because
I prefer my monsters visible
Out in the open
And not hidden, concealed
Under my bed
Maybe it’s because
I’ve lived with them
Grown up as they grew
For so long now
A world without them
Feels odd, suspicious
Maybe it’s because
I have a twisted connection
To all those horrid things
That haunt my dreams
That binds me to reality
Maybe it’s because
I’ve become so used
To the shadows that
I think myself one of them
It’s not that I can’t imagine light
It’s that I cannot exist in the light