abyss

raincity

NY

16 years old

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  • a state of mind

    my hands curl around the flimsy plastic folds of my shopping bag 

    as I walk home through streets tight and winding. 

    it is a sunny morning, 

    crisp and clear, 

    and magic. 

  • got to be weary

    the mornings are misty, 

    cold and dark. 

    my head hurts as I haul myself out of bed, 

    put on clothes that clearly don't go well together, 

    and set off through the fog of dawn.