nostalgia for the futureA Poem by sencha
11:18 pm, bus trundles
cool air on face, fatigue sets in, slight nausea (three square meals today, imagine) wind smells of freshwater and then suddenly of high school chemistry lab scent of smokeless oxidation and artificial wood painted black how many times, your moist cool hands holding your chin did you reflect on your plans plans of starvation, plans of destruction what you will do tomorrow, next week, next year slash with scissors first introduction to the bliss of minor pain (now, forearms are far from pristine) despair, heightened by the cold cold smell no matter, that is past wrench yourself back to your seat on the bus a few more stops, you ring the bell, step off climb the hill, faithful legs are stronger than ever before you have promised yourself you do not have to remember you do not wish to remember you do not remember a single thing © 2016 sencha |
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Added on August 16, 2016 Last Updated on August 16, 2016 AuthorsenchaAboutI like caffeine. sencha is the greatest f*****g thing. I like tolkien. also sci-fi. and languages. I'm kinda fucked up my dude but it's all good. still not over my mcr phase. I'm 19 and female, for wh.. more..Writing
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