2020 Second Place Poetry: Fabiha Bushra
“homeless (metaphorically)”, Class of 2021
It stains the bottom of my teeth
small bits that paint the bone of my mouth.
I am gazing at my reflection
all I see is a half rotten mask of insecurity
returning my gaze
My skin feels like a porous infestation
as it oils
under the sharp heavy lights
above my person.