Someday I'll Love the Princess

by Sara Karim

handing wads of euros

        to a red-faced boy named

        Dylan.

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I wore a yellow dress

        and a yellow headband

        and my yellow shoes

        were stained with acetone

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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.

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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.

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