I was walking down the street
I saw someone
Something
on the curb
Looking down
Eyes
like ice
Hair
Rosy red
I came over
No movement
Stopped at the edge of the bubble
Then took the step into his world
It was cold
People were screaming
My chest hurt
My eyes burned
The boy was rocking
His thoughts Pleading for relief
Too look away
from the face staring back
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
I was walking down the street
I saw someone
Something
on the curb
Looking down
Eyes
like ice
Hair
Rosy red
I came over
No movement
Stopped at the edge of the bubble
Then took the step into his world
It was cold
People were screaming
My chest hurt
My eyes burned
The boy was rocking
His thoughts Pleading for relief
Too look away
from the face staring back
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