My fantasy is what
helps me escape from the world.

The sliver of magic
I imagine in the dark,

Tiny bits of reverie
to fill my aching heart,

Wisps of hope I feel
when I am gazing at the stars.

My fantasy,
keeping me from shattering apart.

But my fantasy isn’t real,
it’s made up in my head

Fueled by all the tricks and lies
from every word I’ve read.

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Kora McCall is an undergraduate student at the University of Cincinnati studying Digital Media, and and she plans to pursue a career in the film industry.