Xanadu
 

As time went by, I started to give up— give up on you. I was tired of the rejection.

Students squirm in their seats on a Friday morning when my Health teacher starts talking about reproduction.

Space, a peaceful yet deadly abyss. We breathe in the abyss, as it embraces us— with grace. Our only protection... each other.

The scorching heat from the flames of the fire burned the paper cocktail colored napkin to a crisp while the

My emotions— like singing with your mouth closed, waiting to be let out.

Take a seat. Watch the wavering walls