Sick

I'm sick

nothing to do about it

let me go home

it can't be the end of the world if I'm not there for an afternoon, can it?

I'm contagious

everyone else would get whatever the heck I have

you don't want this

and I don't want it either

so just let me go home.

More by Calico Frost

  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    Revival

    It's a band piece

    weird, I know

    it's from last year

    and we only played it in concert once

    but it means a lot to me

    it reminds me of a lot.

    Of Webtoons and authors and demented circuses

  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    Me

    How

    do others see me?

    Do they see a girl in gray cargo pants and light blue thermal quarter zip?

    Do they see a friend who loves them despite her crankiness?

    Do they see a quiet awkward girl who prefers books to people?