Shattering
Drowning
L i v i n g
breathing
ALIVE
Drowning in the black can with the familiar green logo. The sweet liquid burns my lips. Chapped and cold. Whipped and beaten by the wind.
The creaking bus slows to a stop. Brakes screeching, frame rattling, exhaust taking up space nearby. I don’t really care where it’s going, as long as it’s away from here.
Out of this Thursday morning city.
My head is leaning against the cold steamed up pane, my eyes shift to discover that we have arrived in the middle of nowhere.
Shivering, I stumble downstairs, and off the bus. And I walk.
Heavy footfalls on the narrow pavement. I need to walk quickly
I feel the pull of my schoolbooks jostling in my cheap shitty bag as I break into a run. Fuck.
Maybe skipping wasn’t such a great idea.
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Depresso Espresso Poetry
PoetryA small but growing collection of my own original poetry. These poems illustrate a lot of things that are beautiful to me, with my tainted mind, and describe a lot of the struggles or situations that those dealing with mental illness (or just a perv...
