I don't know anymore...

I see you (from school)

Driving.
On my way to school.
You walk up to the drivers door.

I see you.

Nails black, at least an inch long.
Skin ashy, if the wind blew to hard you just might go up in dust.
Two teeth, weak and fragile, seemingly seconds away from deteriorating.

I see you.

One hand, gripping to an old McDonald's cup.
The other, nonexistent.
You knock on the window with your elbow.

I see you.

You scream, words barely understandable.
Fear coursing through my veins anyways.

I see you.

You, shouting and yelling.
I lower my head to keep from crying and yet,

I see you

My mother, puts a quarter in your hand.
We drive off, to my school, and our lives.
And still, in the back of my mind.

I see you.