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Dec 2018 · 547
The Halls
Gabby Dec 2018
Down the luminous hallway lined with rough white walls,
murmurs from the students and teachers flowed from the classrooms.
At the end of the seemingly never-ending hall,
A bright red exit sign loomed over the cool stairwell.
Footsteps echoed as we made our way down.
Snow softly dusted down, creating a white hazed view of the world outside the window.
The halls now littered with artwork hung to the walls.
The smell of wood floats about.
Music and machines mix together overlaying the hushed voices.
Down the opposing hall, burnt coffee and the rattling of the kitchen fill the empty space
As footsteps bounce from wall to wall.
The white lights shine off trophies
Screams and squeaks, muted by the walls sound through this hall.
Hums from the dripping fountain mask the voices
Leaving them to be nothing but whispers.
Dec 2018 · 202
Hearts & Cages
Gabby Dec 2018
Hearts are wild creatures. They don't do well with rules and are rarely willing to compromise. They are illogical in what they feel. The emotions they bear are quite intense. They break easily, but can be difficult to unearth. They can be gentle, compassionate, understanding, comforting, and delicate. Other times, a raging storm, burning with passion, aggressive, cold, and unforgiving. The emotions wage war and can be deadly. Maybe this is why hearts are kept in cages
Nov 2018 · 834
These words
Gabby Nov 2018
These words, like blood, flow through my veins. Burning through my skin as they try to escape my body. They need to be heard. Need to be seen. I can't keep them inside much longer. I need to get them out. They keep me awake at night, taunting me. Ideas flow through my head like a rushing river, my lips the dam. As the seasons go cold, the skin on my lips crack, giving space for these words to flow. They flow through the air with the harsh winter wind, bringing tears to my eyes as they whip around me. Tangling my hair into knots. Despite this, a sense of warmth envelopes me.
Knowing these words are free now. No longer haunting my dreams. Pounding in my head. Screaming to be set free.

— The End —