Wasting All My Data On Our Late Night Calls

Please forgive me for my indiscretion 
My misdirection 
My nagging questions keeping you
Well past 11  

I just wanted to know what you were thinking 
If you were dreaming
Why my heart is beating 
From afar 

 

Geri

MD

17 years old

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  • Battle Cries

    One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,

    lit up by fluorescent lights 

    She saunters toward the building 

    holding another girl’s hand

  • Surrender

    The screen stares back at me: 

    9:30 pm, 

    an unfinished assignment, 

    a deadline due. 

    My weary chest heaves a heavy breath.