Falling

Falling

 

F
a
l
l

i
n
g
.
            you grabbed onto my arm.

hissss and your nails break skin.

           you’re back on the bed.

my
pain
fades.

              S
                C
               A
             R
                        on my wrist,
it is a
            friend.

 

 

 

Author's Note

My friend and I were laying on my bed, and I din't know what to od, so I poked her nose, she poked mine back, then I went to get her again and she jerked away. I have a twin sized bed. She falls off, and grabs my right arm to try and pull herself up. It left the absolute sweetest crescent shaped scar. Sorta like the one in the pic, but not.

Reviews

[Becca*Type2012]

AWESOME! I love the way you arrnaged the text, and the story behind the poem.