Irrational Fears

April 22, 2018
By , Trenton, OH
Hands closed around my throat,
stealing a breath I could never breathe.

Pillowcases that are full of tears,
along with so many fears.

Pens that turn into real swords,
only there is no monster in the room to fight them.

Paper towns with paper people,
nowhere to write.

Magic school with magic classes,
obsession to know it all.

Short nights,
shorter days.

Unkind hellos,
Heartfelt goodbyes.

List of reasons,
long letters.

There is no ending,
an ending is my doom.





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