when people post things over Tumblr about you thinking you’re not going to see it? Lol, okay.
She sat to mind her own business.
Small, like a mouse. Thin wrists.
Lashes that covered to world
in a thin haze, the kind that mirages
can’t be seen through, and reality
wouldn’t dare try to hide from.Green benches - three rows of grass
waiting to be flattened with a tolling
bell, ready to…







