dog days
loss of words drags me down
don't forget the little pills you keep around
foggy and dead
with a head made of cotton
and eyes sewn shut
~~~~~
I lifted the sadness from your eyes
Watched the light sift through
As we listened to each other breathe
Through the quiet afternoon
~~~~~
“Sky, wait UP!”
Skylae turned her head and watched her friend struggle over a boulder. It was more amusing than it should have been. “I wouldn’t be so far ahead if you moved a little faster.”
Erin huffed. “You wouldn’t be so far ahead if we took the boards, like I’d wanted to!”
“You know the boards wouldn’t work on these rocks. It’s too uneven.” Not to mention they shut off the second they leave the city, she silently added, but she didn’t tell Erin that. It would only cause more questions.
“So remind me again why we’re going to Newline?”
“Because I need to go to the Spire. I told you that.”
“But you didn’t tell me we would be hiking to get there. You know I abhor hiking. Why couldn’t we have just taken a train?” Erin whined, but she knew the answer. To board train, you need a pass…and according to the society in which they lived, Skylae did not exist, so she could not have a pass.
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PoésieA journal of random writing, poetry, and short story snippets. Some will be good, some will suck. This is my experimental space. Read if you like, but please no judging. I am willing to share my personal writing on this one condition. ***Please read...
