ballerina in a music box

anxiety goes tick-tick-tick 

in the monochrome metronome of clockwork clicking 

yet the key keeps turning, turning, turning, 

'till creaking cogs are fit to crack 

and gears wound up and ready to 

snap 

but nevermind that, little thing-- 

you've still got a dance to see through.

yejunee

FL

17 years old

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  • grow up, child

    i wonder if this is the best version 

    of myself. what could have been 

    and what never will be. the things 

    meant to be and the things that

    are. was it worth it? 

    i ask the girl in the mirror. 

  • wake up

    every now and then, i am lying in bed 

    and want to wake up so badly i could 

    scream for it. surely this is not all there is. 

    surely this is only a dream, a bad dream, 

    and the world is kinder beyond it. 

  • someday

    someday it'll be too 

    late. someday you'll wish 

    you had hugged them tighter. 

    you thought you would see them 

    again. you thought 

    endings didn't happen this way, 

    no warning, no reason, just