The seconds
in between the conversation
and the inevitable, the
terrifying reality
Three
people begin to whisper
as the clock reaches closer
hands extending
Two
boys in jerseys glance at phones
so new they haven't been
used once
One
last second between hell
and heaven, so clear is
what is left to do
________
the alarm rings, my last warning
from my guardian, the
death toll of my march
YOU ARE READING
To Write On My Heart
PoesíaA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
