a cool breeze
miles of sand to herself
why would she ask
to be not alone
people, things, crowded her
like unnecessary clothes worn in the peak of summer
she was already hot
itching to shed her skin
but she knew
beneath everything
an ugly her existed
and if they saw
the skin she built would not shine
no
not anymore
she couldn't risk losing
everything she knew
wrote this in class i think it turned out okay, considering. I don't really know...