two - fifteen on a tuesday
it's too early for the sun to wake
while the moon left the peace of its make
anika called gray here
she was feeling more sad than she usually felt
perhaps it was because her parents were gone again
perhaps it's because it was her birthday yesterday
and no one knew
perhaps it's because it's the anniversary of the breakup
perhaps it's because she's failing nearly every class
perhaps it's because she feels lost
and has no one to turn to
no one except gray
her sweet, naïve puppet
she pulls out a clear ziploc bag with leaves occupying it
gray is curious
"we're gonna smoke some weed babe"
gray's blood turns cold
he can't breathe
anika's eyes are a dull blue
a candle without light
yet still gray's snow white
but gray needs to remember
snow white doesn't hold marijuana
he just wants her acceptance
the feeling overwhelms him so much he suffocates
he hurts
then he realizes that he'll hurt more if he lost her
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chimère
Puisi-- a dream he loves; a dream he can't touch; a dream that's killing him. -- (cover by me)
