She was a book, not a girl
but her thoughts whirled.
Round and round like a ferris wheel,
never forgotten, but never real.
Falling and falling from the clouds,
then she crashed, screaming loud.
“Are you okay?” I say to her,
but she says nothing, not a word.
I turn her over, look for her face,
but see nothing but a book in its place.
I turn her pages, one by one,
until all the pages come undone.
She opens her eyes and looks at me,
then says, “I’m finally free.”
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
She was a book, not a girl
but her thoughts whirled.
Round and round like a ferris wheel,
never forgotten, but never real.
Falling and falling from the clouds,
then she crashed, screaming loud.
“Are you okay?” I say to her,
but she says nothing, not a word.
I turn her over, look for her face,
but see nothing but a book in its place.
I turn her pages, one by one,
until all the pages come undone.
She opens her eyes and looks at me,
then says, “I’m finally free.”
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