Familiarity | Teen Ink

Familiarity

November 19, 2018
By Liannayang8 SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
Liannayang8 SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
8 articles 1 photo 0 comments

The cars engine roars to life.

The rumble so soft.

The slow squeaky window,

Making its way down


Letting in the cold crisp air,

I breathe in,

Allowing the feather touch of mist,


Pierce my now numb skin.

Tickling the air with my fingers,

I drive faster.



Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.