23 in the rainA Chapter by Poe Met Emilyin the rain I was becoming so small in such a big, big world. I was a balloon that a kid lost hold of, drifting to death without a care.
I was this fragile piece of glass that my Mother could spit on or manage to polish with words, just a glance to crack my exterior.
My lip swelled between my teeth, my heart melting against my rib cage, sour and uncomfortable. I could hear my voice,
this quiet whisper, hopelessly crying for help within the confines of my used to be home:
“I’ll be out by tomorrow night.” © 2021 Poe Met Emily |
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Added on March 5, 2021 Last Updated on March 5, 2021 AuthorPoe Met EmilyNCAboutI am a young adult. And all my Poetry is Nonfiction. Anything else, feel free to ask. :] more..Writing
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