Mrs. McMahon

she trudges along the icy uphill of the mountain,

her lips a frosty shade of blue,

her cheeks drained and colorless,

her eyes barely open,

her clothes covered in a thick blanket of snow.

a mist picks up and

Trapped in a jar

With nobody but myself

Trapped in a jar

Help, I can’t get out.

Nobody’s here to help me

Nobody seems to care

Eight days

Liking posts even if they aren’t funny + Always Commenting 

FaceTime Calls at 3am + Playing Games at 12pm

Making Tik Toks About Each Other + History  

The river's waters flow

And the tide comes and goes,

Small and big amounts of earth’s liquid gold,

Laughter and smiles and stories untold,