somehow i find my way home
across the street without my lungs
collapsing
and i scurry past my mother
starting to awaken on the sofa
dancing up the stairs
throwing back the door to my room
locking myself inside.
i'd be thinking of the photos now
and maybe i'd still be sitting in the street
waiting for headlights to find me
if harry hadn't come.
his touch ghosts across my skin
and i work on my breathing
trying to ease my throbbing blue heart.
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anthropophobia
Poetrya story about a girl whose fear of the human race is greater than any fear of the dark. highest ranking: #47 in poetry
