Senses

Smack, smack, chew, smack smack
Stop chewing so we can hear
Nobody likes it

Squishy, wet, gross socks
I should have put on my shoes
I thought the grass dried

I hate wet shirt sleeves
I change immediately
They are uncomfy

Just say it again
I didn’t hear you that time
Stop being stubborn
 
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Addie Cadwell

VT

18 years old

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  • By Addie Cadwell

    Mornings


    Every morning started the same way. 

    The same sound of my mom’s voice acting as an alarm clock.

    “Did I finish the cereal yesterday?” I wondered as I got ready.

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  • Poetry

    By Addie Cadwell

    Every Night

    Again, again and again

    A light shines in my face

    My eyes burn and I’m forced to squint

    Something touches my shoulder

    I shiver and start to run

    Run, run and run

    It touches my shoulder again

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