Coronation

Isabella Lopez

Castles of bedsheets, fortress of undress
Bedposts carved with vehement visitations

Knight in shining armor, whispering amor through the armoire
Silver never shines in night time

               To be a princess, a perfect purgatory

Vodka drips and puddles concrete
Sticky stalactites stabbing cranberried rivers

Cascade into lemonade lakes
A jungle of bodies, plastic proclamations in the underbrush

               To be a princess, a famine feast

Cacophonied children gathered into chaos
To witness the magnificent mundane

Vines twine between haphazard hands
While limitless limbs learn topography

               To be a princess, a severe socialization

Pretending princess, a divine delusion

The illusion:

               There is always a dragon in the dungeon

Bio
Isabella is a sophomore in the College, studying English and Creative Writing. She has an ardent love for romantic comedies, coffee, and dog-spotting on Locust Walk.