IceGalaxy

It’s the kind of day that makes me wish
I lived in Miami: grey,
rainy,
depressing to say the least. I start into
the fog, wondering questions that I
probably shouldn’t be wondering.  How did
I become so fucked up? What if

it was friday the 13th.

everything was normal.

we got sent home.

didn't come back.

i can only breathe in smoke and toxic fumes

because that is what i'm used to.

i can't say a word. 

we are having a debate in 
english class about if
love is worth it and i
need to get out of here because
i can see your face again. i 
breathe hard, fast,
nearly running from the classroom as

/skerd/
adjective
fearful; frightened.
"I wasn't scared at all"

Is it normal to be
scared of something that
never existed last year? Tomorrow,
it will be one full year
of COVID, 

That isn't a secret
I intend to keep, isn't something 
that people could ever
hold against me. I want the 
oceans combined into 
a stream of water
that will always flow inside a
series of secret veins

If there's anything I've learned
from the hectic excuse of the 
past year, it's that
friends don't always 
stay friends forever.
Lovers don't always
stay lovers forever.
And family