Someday I'll Love the Princess
by Sara Karim
handing wads of euros
to a red-faced boy named
Dylan.
I wore a yellow dress
and a yellow headband
and my yellow shoes
were stained with acetone
And then a girl slapped me
in the face outside of
science class.
The teacher’s smoke-filled
presence rose up the
staircase when she did.
I was thirteen
I spoke of a dark cloud
as my stalker
a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I am prophetic.
I drank, I drank, I said I drank
twelve pills
a self-fulfilling prophecy.
When I drank
I was fifteen.
I vomited
onto a burgundy carpet,
The elevator music
playing.
About the Author
Sara Karim is originally from Nur-Sultan, Kazakhstan. She is a psychology student at Southern New Hampshire University. Her poetry has previously appeared in Cathexis Northwest Press, Storm Cellar Quarterly (forthcoming), the Underground Journal, Blue Monday Review, and the American Aesthetic.
From the Editor
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