Improv. 4 (Week 10)

Practice, of a world within a world. Mostly the struggle with a self acceptance i suppose.

Creamy canary yellow strands of hair flare
while the tips of her fingers creak and crack
at a computer screen. Her heart’s aflutter, going
20 words per second, gurgling vowels, unheard
vocals, bathing herself in fragmented sentences.
slowly gnawing at her calves whispers of“the in crowd”.
The stares at the lunch table make her lurch. Brittney.
strawberry crushed bangs, Kyle with his Smokey locks,
tattoo "only God can judge" it speaks.