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if this bus is any later i will drift into a pile of snow i’m not seventeen anymore wrapped in three and a half blankets to keep myself warm from the inevitable cold i’m an amorphous blob a lump of coat and scarf and mask and hair and cords and lunchbox and sweater and bag and cold fingers clutching a coffee cup i’m not twenty one anymore can’t keep ignoring things pushing them under more layers claiming it will keep me warm but just stifling me from breathing i’m almost twenty three but when i start ripping off layers i’m still thirteen under the trappings of age there are those same fresh wounds ****** on my skin do we even get older or do we just grow wiser in the ways of silencing the child underneath? but there’s no time to think about that now when the bus is rounding the corner and i’m scrambling through forty different pockets to find my pass and it’s time to go because if i stand here any longer so the snow blows over me when the sun comes out my feet will melt onto the sidewalk but that’s another thought for another day and it’s time to leave so i’ll just put on another layer and keep moving so the snow can’t cover me
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 4:29 PM UTC
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if this bus is any later i will drift into a pile of snow i’m not seventeen anymore wrapped in three and a half blankets to keep myself warm from the inevitable cold i’m an amorphous blob a lump of coat and scarf and mask and hair and cords and lunchbox and sweater and bag and cold fingers clutching a coffee cup i’m not twenty one anymore can’t keep ignoring things pushing them under more layers claiming it will keep me warm but just stifling me from breathing i’m almost twenty three but when i start ripping off layers i’m still thirteen under the trappings of age there are those same fresh wounds ****** on my skin do we even get older or do we just grow wiser in the ways of silencing the child underneath? but there’s no time to think about that now when the bus is rounding the corner and i’m scrambling through forty different pockets to find my pass and it’s time to go because if i stand here any longer so the snow blows over me when the sun comes out my feet will melt onto the sidewalk but that’s another thought for another day and it’s time to leave so i’ll just put on another layer and keep moving so the snow can’t cover me
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 4:29 PM UTC
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