Sep 14, 2010 04:04
-Nap
The trees filter the light, green across my face.
A black squirrel scurries up a tree.
I feel free as the wind pushes my hair away.
-Weed
The scent of cigarettes drift to my room.
Underneath the tobacco I smell something else.
A musky sweet smell that reminds me of the earth.
My heads begins to spin.
I yearn for tacos.
-Tango
Boy flirts with me as he bags my food.
I smile dimly and twist my ring around my finger.
The boy doesn't notice.
I wince when he suggests dinner.
I grab my bag and run.
The boy won't catch me because my heart is already caught.
He's just fifty miles away right now.
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