#earring
Anxiousness drooped from the ear,
Fastened by a clip.
An uncomfortable feeling instilled in the bones,
Making up your frame.
Conversations,
Disapprovingly true.
The buzzing won’t stop,
Willingness would fall,
Until it’ll all stop,
For once and all.
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 10:21 PM UTC
*You lost it
...
The pre-dawn sky still held stars
and she shivered beneath their cold light.
Arms crossed against the weather
eyes darting, yet her posture is held tight.
The stars light up the sidewalk
and her darting eyes look tired.
She sighs glancing at the ground once more
then checks how much time transpired.
Her hand touches her ear
checking to see if she missed it.
It's still not there and the night is fading,
yet she doesn't want a replacement.
Her hand falls to her side with a thud
and her heels clack loudly.
She's done what she could
yet there's a risk paid for acting proudly.
She didn't look back to the grass
where a small object reflected the starlight.
The earring was there
but it was fading away with the night.
...
It isn't the only thing I lost.
.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC