Sunlight reflects off the raindrops slipping down my cheeks.
My eyes are puffy and cheeks red from the icy air.
My hair is a mess as wind rushes through it.
My breaths come out short and desperate when I reach the end of my run.
Only it's not raining.
The weather isn't cold.
It's not windy enough to mess up my hair.
I'm not outside.
The sun isn't up.
The blankets keep me warm.
And I choke on my sobs as I try to keep quiet
Imagining I'm not breaking down
Like I've already done this morning.
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9/18/2022
YOU ARE READING
The Knife
PoesieShort story poem thing, lol. Idk, 330 words. Literally. I checked. So just read it. If you don't like it... you wasted like 2 minutes. I did mention stabbing someone, so like... If you're into that it's there... *** Okay, so cuz I made this last yea...
