human error vi.

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human error vi.

I never watched the sunrise again.

There were memories

that were so hard to get rid of

at that point.

Everything around me was

some sort of trigger.

And every time I watched the sun

come to wave at me

from over the hills

I could still feel the ghosts

of dead flowers.

The ones that tickled

at my ears

for weeks

afterwards.

I could still remember

the five of them

laughing at me

as I passed them

in the hall,

sometimes plucking

one of the ugly, frail pieces

of dead stem

off my head

and tossing it

to my feet.

I ignored

the way my stomach

twisted

(so much that I had to go

to the nurse)

and clutched my books tighter

as I walked away.

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