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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