By Jessica Spoto

Dancing on the edge of sanity 

Is at a price of this temperamental insanity, instability

Colors, puke, vomit, covers the walls of a minty green

Like chocolate

White middle class, the stale dessert

Feeds our inner child 

Too loose of a screw 

Throws off the machine 

Just a page in a textbook 

Mold in the airways

A dollar sign to an institution

We are a replaceable puzzle piece fitting nicely into the mold in which reality is.

It just is.