1...2...3...4
Counting down was something I used to do a lot. It's been a while. It's the only thing I did to relax and feel inner peace.
5...6...7...8
Staring at the ceiling and counting each glow-in-the-dark star I have stuck on there. The faded green lights soothed my eyes and made them heavy.
9...10...11...12
I counted the leaves that were left on my little plant that sat on my window sill as I wiggled my fingers as my arms were spread out and my hands hung from the side of my bed.
"13...14...15...16"
I whispered out the numbers as my mouth felt dry and my tongue rested on the roof of my mouth.
17...18...19...20...
I swallow the last lump in my throat before closing the small gap on my eyes and disappearing into my last peaceful sleep.
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Covers by angestria
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Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...
