[39] – 11:11
“First night in your
New Palace.”
The girl smiled at the boy
As the words left his lips.
“Stay up
And make wishes with me?”
“There isn’t a balcony
To watch falling stars.
We don’t have any
Dandelions or wishbones
Or eyelashes.”
The girl sat down on
The lonely couch
And smiled at the clock.
“Stay up ‘till
11:11
With me?”
The clock ticked
10:55
“On one condition,”
The boy stated.
“Tell me your wish.”
Contradicting from the boy’s
Solemn face,
The girl grinned.
“Wishes don’t come true
If I say them aloud.”
A sigh escaped amidst
The boy’s heavy breaths.
“I’ve seen the bruises
Decorating your wrists.
I’ve seen the bruises
Running up and down your legs.
I’ve seen the bruises
Littering your arms.”
The girl frowned
But didn’t mutter a word.
The clock ticked
11:11.
The boy sat
Waiting for a response
He knew was never coming.
“I wish you weren’t so selfish,”
The boy said.
“Me too,”
She replied.
YOU ARE READING
Pluviophile
PoetryIt was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51
