On some days, the sky is greyier as if it is shaded in by a 6B pencil.
Black as charcoal with a very shaky weak wrist.
Everything that passes through chapped & soured bitten-back lips tastes like weak tea.
(I think sugar cubes were all eaten.)
Oh, your head hurts, aches, like bad bruises from hitting the sharp edge of the table.
Cotton bandages and one light kiss above the left eyebrow helps.
And your chest is too tight, the kind of feeling from shoelaces knotted hard against your ankles.
*Use safety scissors.
Sometimes, you will not hear the things you wish to hear, but rather what you need to hear.
School stress is insane, but it's okay, it's nearly friday and easter break.
Hope you are all really really well!
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