Cassandra Ellyse Verhaegen, 18
University of Chicago, 2017, Comparative Human Development & Arabic minor
personal blog can be found at scribblingintobowls.tumblr.com
An original piece by Cassandra...
Retrogenesis
Instead
of watching his angels drop, this year it's teeth, falling from heaven to land
in fleshy dirt, pinning litter to soil or lightning to the ground that forces
it to dissipate. God is not sure what's happened, only that Lucifer's open
mouth looks like the sun. Lucifer's mouth looks like the sun while the
white-robed bare strips of gum that haven't seen light since Mary fixed them
their first meal.
Heaven
has a surplus of toothpaste and the world has a surplus of stickers whose backs
have run out of adhesive and in hell there are cracks of light where the teeth
have grown roots and exposed the earth to the broken. God keeps his door locked
because he does not own a dentist's chair.
On the
eighth day he forgot about doctors and instead prescribed songs swindled out of
alleyways and soft shoots just tipping their cheeks from the dirt.
A bit more about Cassandra...
Favorite word(s)-
bleak or inchoate
The bones that comprise the body of Cassandra’s beautiful work-
I write because I like it; because it is a way of emptying myself before I get too full without truly emptying--or erasing--myself. I write for organization, for posterity, for history, for exploring flaws and the world, for watching the dynamism of characters and humanity. When I write I don't slip on my words, rather they effortlessly create a backbone I strive to achieve through speech.
