You feel an itch in your throat.
You try to cough it up, but it won't come.
You struggle, forcing yourself to vomit. But whatever it is, it's stuck in there.
You reach for the carton of milk and sneeze as you reach it up. Something hits the floor with a rattle. You look at it and see its a small button with a flowery design on it.
Then you look up. On the milk carton is a missing kid. Her blouse has the same buttons on it.
YOU ARE READING
Rant On
PoetryHey this is just a book full of quotes, poems, and rants. Some may be triggering.
