The moon leaves freckles on my wall at night
And the photos from last summer are slowly fading
Their edges turning golden
A candle I lit once has turned my room into a bath of peppermint
And I’m okay with it
The wind is raw in the mornings
So I wear mittens and a scarf
I still shiver
But at least it feels like I’ve tried
School is endless, though seems to be over in the blink of an eye
It’s quiet in the afternoons
And I find myself falling asleep before it’s even dark
I wake to trudge downstairs for dinner
And then float my way back to my warm bed
Where I will forget everything I learned in biology class
And awake the next morning to the same silence as today
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