Let Me Go

By Morgan Fries

Each night the sky bleeds into whipped cream

pink tinged by the purple 

like the bruises on your legs at the end of a long summer

or the veins under your eyes after a long night 

like hydrangea petals from a different life. 

In the vastness of rice fields

I want a wild west to humble me

I don’t belong on either end of this commute

a polyester wedding dress

and a participation trophy await me. 

I don’t love this man

and I don’t know if I ever loved you

I need some power to abuse

I need the earth to open up 

and swallow me whole. 

Practicing voyeurism

on poorly lit streets 

floating into homes of Christmas lights 

to see what is on their five o’clock news 

I want to stay out here till I freeze 

like the family dog

please forget about me. 

It’s new for me

but I can’t wait to be completely abandoned

so I can abandon me too 

to pioneer the terrain of isolation

to get to the fearless place of having nothing left to lose.

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Morgan Fries

5/9/21

Morgan Fries is a junior student and Clinical Nutrition major at UC Davis who enjoys writing in her free time