wild sage

AP Lit Exam

olive senior: plants are gonna seduce us and outlive us all someday

Can one file a Missing Person’s report for a girl Still present in body? There is a gap between myself and myself, A schism between my body and mind. I sit in my skull, Knees pulled tight to my chest, painfully aware Of both the presence of my body And the absence of a connection to it. There is an inherent wrongness to it, an air Of “beware”; it feels like I am trespassing When I look at my own body in the mirror. They will sic the beats on me at any given moment, Foul monsters that will sink their teeth into my flesh— Who are They? Who are They? Will they ever show their faces, the men Whose voices ring in my ear, Beware, beware, Best safety lies in fear— Ha! Best safety lies in— Well, shh, shh, shh. Where has the body gone now; has it Floated away like a balloon from a careless child’s hand? Is it laying in a ditch somewhere? Will it be found someday by some artist or another, Turned into a masterpiece titled Valley of the Dead, Valley of the Lost, Valley of the Selfless (In More Ways Than You Know)? Will I find it in a museum someday, labeled ANONYMOUS, JANE DOE, NOBODY ? Can one file a Missing Person’s report for a girl Who has merely fulfilled her destiny To become nothing? Can one file a Missing Person’s report for a girl Who never was at all?