2020 Second Place Poetry

homeless (metaphorically) by Fabiha Bushra, Class of 2021


Gianna Ferrari, Class of 2023

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.