by Meg Brodeur '24 on November 4, 2023
Portfolio Co-Editor
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Cinematic light illuminates her face, revealing the onset of tears
slowly sliding down the puffy skin of her cheeks
like silver raindrops gliding down a passenger window
on a dreary inclement day
She used to savor those bleak days—
and wrap herself up in a blanket of melancholy,
enveloped by the Earth’s dismal mood
Back then she considered sorrow a mere aesthetic,
essential to the music video playing in her mind-
the one she always starred in
For a moment, she’s brought back to the theater—
feeling a gentle squeeze from his strong hand—
and finds concern hiding behind the warmth of his brown eyes
A smile cracks through the mourning of her lost girlhood,
like a ray of sun through a heavy blanket of clouds
Perhaps she’ll tell him later, what Margot Robbie reminded her of—
the version of herself who dreamed in hues of pink.