from red to black.

I listen to your playlists 

When i feel my most nostalgic 

A teleportation back in time 

To when we were us 

And life was exciting 

I can see your face change 

Perfectly in sync with the lyrics 

Lyrics that made you feel far away 

I didn’t realize it then 

I didn’t like listening with you 

I liked watching you feel it. 

Was it love 

I don’t know. 

But it was sweet 

Before it was bitter 

It was bitter 

Before it was rotten 

My friends say that’s not love 

But their dramas tell differently. 

I remember watching the apples turn 

From red to brown 

from brown to black 

I remember how it smelled rancid 

But it was the one thing they couldn’t throw out. 

You always wanted to be different 

And you were. 

No one else stood out quite like you 

No one’s eyes quite that blue 

No one’s voice quite that tamber 

No one quite that shiny. 

You were a golden prize 

I could see your shimmer on my hands 

I felt so lucky to touch you 

I thought if i could hold on 

I’d turn gold too. 

Yesenia Follingstad

Hi, I’m Yesenia and I am based in Denver, Colorado. I have always loved literature, fashion, art, and the sense of fascination and wonder from experiencing something truly beautiful. I grew up moving around a lot, and through it, I learned the power of human connection. Meaningful connection drives me every day and influences my poetry and novel passion project. I love to write about fashion, art, sustainability, books, and how to make the world more beautiful. I draw inspiration from the work of Carla Fernandez, Eva Chen, and Jane Austen, and from the stories of my Mexican heritage. When I’m not writing, I’m working my day job as a Community Manager and aspiring to learn product design. In my free time, I like to participate in creative classes, visit museums, try new restaurants, and cuddle up with a good book. You can connect with me on Instagram at @yeseniafollingstad, or send me an email at yeseniafollingstad@gmail.com.

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