Out Of Options
By Ashley O’Hare
If I burn my hair
and smudge powder on my eyes,
I’ll blend into the crowd
and hide the tears I’ve cried.
If I burn another bridge
and turn on airplane mode,
I’ll drown out all the noise
of the phony girls and boys.
But I’ve run out of matches
and the lighter is out of juice.
I have to stand my ground-
I’m out of options now.
So I’ll buy a few stakes
and hammer myself into place.
When the noise comes crashing down,
on deaf ears it will surely drown.
ashleyohare 