Inspired from Fantastic Mr. Fox
perhaps poverty was not what confined me
to a life of sewage in the foundations that i destroyed with cranes flooding the forest
or sharpened claws of steel and iron;
my walls shattering to the dust below my feet all while the centripetal motion of the trains above slowly became the source for the alignment of the planets and cosmos beyond
my village of ruination
While i am condemned
to never experience
the burning cider colored sunsets
seared with fantasies of
slaughtering poultry seized by their necks and blood trickling down my throat,
as the life from their bodies
exits as daintily as the
feathers scatter like snow,
I will die knowing I’m
a wild animal once again
Amongst fluorescent lights
and advertisements
for artificial apple juice boxes
JY Kim (she/they) is 18. She enjoys completing crossword puzzles.