by Jade Driscoll
in my dream. we sang, ate cake,
and popped balloons we spent
hours blowing up. i asked her why
she came to my party. we hadn’t spoken
in years and it wasn’t my birthday.
she shrugged and stuck a needle
in an orange balloon. she stayed
hours after the other guests left,
until it was time for me to sleep.
aren’t i asleep already? i asked.
she shrugged and stuck a needle
in me.
Jade Driscoll is currently pursuing her Master’s degree in creative writing from Central Michigan University. When she’s not writing, Jade enjoys devouring books of almost any genre, listening to music, and going to concerts. Her poetry and short fiction have previously appeared in Collision Literary Magazine, Third Wednesday, Remington Review, and others.