in the morning

late as usual,
the fingerprints left on the alarm clock
reveal the dreams
that have pulled me out of a state
all too familiar.

as i walk to class
i notice the traces of Revlon vixen nail polish,
liquid eyeliner and dirt on the tips
of my fingers. and i'm almost tempted
to taste the concoction to see if it taste
like dirty glamour.

my alter ego- marie rose was already
waiting in my row. a runaway
love child,
father was a hippie & mother was a princess

i try to concentrate, but my mind
goes back to the idea of slayed dragons