On Modern Tragedy

Fall 2014

We don't believe in the gods anymore
Our tragedies aren't legendary
Instead, our failures come from parties we don't remember,
Exams, bad dates, and forgetting our keys.

Instead, my nails are coffins;
a testament to my state of mind, my being.
And the scratch marks that run down the backs
of everything I have ever loved, a psalm.

And I had 20 minutes to think before I slept.
All I could think about were all the boys
that thought they could save me.

Yet I dare every man that think themselves saviors
to some stumbling maiden in the dark
Don’t take me home.

Break my legs only to find I have died
Three times over and over

We don’t believe in the gods anymore
We don’t need to be saved