this moldy strawberry was left 

under the bright red where it goes unknown 

to not take the vibrance in a role of theft 

it stays below to maintain its own

but this moldy strawberry lacks control

where knocking not one but two 

can distract a soul

with whatever comes to truth, 

external or youth be it so

as a moldy strawberry brilliance

lacking a basket 

to me a stem

with its longing root that was once content

Written by Alicia Sayaka

Edited by Kate Madden and Julia Brummell