the spring holidays arrive
as they always do--
like a headfirst dive
into the deep end of the pool.
they say it's spring.
true, flowers bloom in fullness
in my chest, bringing
a quiet sort of sadness.
my responsibilities press
against my ribcage,
nestled as an anxious mess
between the cartilage.
i wonder if I'll ever
live out this week freely;
for seven days i'd never
take in a single breath shakily.
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drabbles
Short Storybasically short stories ranging from 1 sentence to like 500 words, feel free to read if you're bored and looking for something to distract yourself :DD i can't find the artist credits for the cover anywhere, so if you know who made this incredible p...
