she screamed
the room shifted
an uncomfortable pressing weight
a boulder
pain
blood scissored down his chin.
it wasn't her fault
this tragedy
but it stuck to her like a burr.
behind her
on the radio
somebody was saying something about Syria.
how ironic
the way violence was washing over her
miles away
or millimeters close
her hands still didn't move.
this morning they fought
at breakfast she broke the mug that insisted don't mess with Texas.
like it was void
of any value.
watching
waiting
as he left
lightly gliding from the room
her soul lurched
did she tell him enough?
value him enough?
her eyes felt
as though they were violated with light and pain
at the funeral
thanking everyone
for their support
and love
and prayers
she smiled so much her teeth dried
but her eyes never did.
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Poetrya collection of honest, soul-bearing poetry. these are the parts of high school no one speaks openly about, and they represent the struggles of many students, including myself.
