Waiting for the School Bus

The air is gelid, it's as if I’ve touched the spiraled stove again. This time it’s all over. I rock on my heels, matching the tempo of the passing seconds. I wait until the warmth encases me. My nails become brittle, they crack; crescent fragments sink into glass. It is a familiar feeling, waiting.

MillieMilesinTheWild

VT

16 years old

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    You've left me alone

    But the world keeps on spinning

    I am bleeding endlessly.

    And I don’t know what to do.

    I forget the color of your eyes

    And the smell of your mountain breath.

  • Red Clover

    I dream of him less than I used to – 

    But our story always starts the same. 

    I am small, and his oil-stained hands hold me like the Red Clover, 

    So tightly that I think he’ll never let me go. 

  • Blue Hour

    It is 4 in the morning and I am alone.

    I sit my sadness on the willow tree.

    And the Earth is covered in a thousand shards of heaven;

    Like a kaleidoscope, rainbows fall through the trees.