Siyona.S.stay

I used to have it all figured out.

Schedules were organized chaos.

The beloved clock in the corner of my room,

was my gauge.

Told me when I was late, on time.

I was used to this system,

If I could weave the memories of you in a giant blanket 

The night sky would appear 

Or maybe the streets of that one city in Central America 

The unspoken words caught in a language barrier

Why stay, when to breathe polluted air is to condemn your lungs?

Why stay, when to walk on hot coals ensures that every next step will burn?

If we, as people, seek water,

why do we always land at a mirage?

 “It was her fault

She was wearing that skirt

Practically asking for it”

No

No she wasn’t

She was 15 years old