the partly familiar sidewalk
covered in chewed up gum
i took pride in the letter a
and unfaltering began to change
standing bare with no hesitation
tracing the number 27
proud to be someone smaller
in something bigger than i
7ft below me
my eyes shine brightly
it feels indifferent
gliding off my skin
but i laugh cause i know
i'll still smell like chlorine
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
