For the Monsters by Eliana von Krusenstiern

the hot pink clouds my vision
as I race ahead to the continuously moving finish line.
Cheshire cats grin from ear to ear,
their sallow smiles taunting my footsteps
as if daring me to intrude on
their wonderland perfection.

I know all too well that
boys prefer silver
but pewter is cheap and dull and
even as a little girl runs by my side
screaming nonsense
She wants to
tell me to escape
and return to the empty lot
where flowers drink moonshine
and their half lives are short
and a little old lady comes once a month
to clear the weeds.

Eliana is a high school student from the Boston area. When she is not writing poetry she can be found playing violin, sleeping, and eating ice cream.