Yawing for an Ephemeral

February 8, 2010
By Char-Bee BRONZE, Providence, Rhode Island
Char-Bee BRONZE, Providence, Rhode Island
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I watch the world at a tilt.
Feeling as though I will fall at any moment.
I can already feel traces of pain.
People walk or cycle by.
Others stare back from their cars. I will not look away.
My heart beats quick from any glance at the ground.
The wind is cool as it caresses my face with its soft sheets.
I jerk to a halt. People shout to one another. A neutral tear pushes its way out into the world. I want to bite down on the Earth and grip it in my teeth.

But it’s too painful.
Instead I let the earth wrap me into itself .
In its cocoon…
A boy trudges by and I don’t wonder where he’s going.
I just assume it’s home.

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Written on the bus...

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