Self Portrait by Itzel Perez Alarcon

I see you through spectacles of what I know as a translucent kaleidoscope.

The only one I've ever known as clots of purple.

She hears slithers through my body, an hisses, though it does not echo.

Continuing on, a frogs bloated yellow eyes overdose me, I.

no longer differentiate clusters of willows surrounded by bushes.

With leaf blades as mirrors, when will the sun burn again?

To continue its purpose of effervescence

And shine towards her gradient personality.