Becoming
We wore tomorrow
To hide our bruised today
Stitched from promises
Too loud to ever stay
All along we thought
We were becoming
But all the while we were
Breaking
The night taught us
Every wound could masquerade
As a constellation
If admired from far away
All along we thought
We were becoming
But all the while we were
Breaking
Like the
Cruelty
Of a cigarette
It tastes
Sweeter
Only as it
Burns
© 2026 Stephanie Gilliard
