we are on the ROOFTOP somewhere in the
CITY. winter embraces us in deadly arms
of //// c-c-cold ///// of misty breaths
mixing into the sky like
WHITE ROSES
(not painted with blood)
we sip on the CITY LIGHTS, in winter,
oh, we sip on the c i t y l i g h t s
and the SENSATION of f a r a w a y
between u [10 cm] s
AUBURN'S POV
you're holding a red umbrella over us
as we stand
u n d e r
the snow
falling all around
falling snow • falling sensations
filling my lungs
&
d r o w n i n g
i n f e a r
&
u n e v e n b r e a t h i n g
i'm scared i'm scared i'm scared i'm scared
imscaredimscaredimscaredimscaredimscared
[after all this time i'm still afraid]
we've standing here for hours without any
words, just the unspoken ones. time
p a s s e s
in slow motion
like
g r a y & o l d movies
YOU ARE READING
THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD
Roman pour Adolescents[ poetry story / teen fiction ] : about teens, who were afraid. NOTE : feel free to skip the entirety of book i ; autumn and jump straight to book ii ; winter // © 2021-2022 @uranium-girl