Illustration by Cleopatria Peterson, fashion communications ’15

[W]e are air

Oxygen for lungs in desperate need

Take us, take us in

Fill your blood with all we have to offer


We are water

Washing clean the wounds we wear

Yet eroding the others

In hope they have learned their lessons


We are glass

Fired to perfection and filled up

With water and alcohol

One gives life, the other breaks the mind

Yet we hold them all the same

Fulfilling our duties

Till we inevitably shatter on their kitchen floor

And are swept up and forgotten


We are stones

Though the rain may shape us

And change us from what we once were

We will never get those pieces back

Wither, wither away

‘Till we are canyons and mountains

Ever wondering where our sediment has fled

Hoping we are living on somewhere