A Streetlamp
by Olivia Sykes December The air is cool and full of cigarette smoke A cough rises from the throat of an old woman The tap of her cane on the street’s cobblestones Muffled by the damp snow It’s evening People passing Crunching of boots in slush and snow Fallen the night before The click of a busy man’s lighter is heard Click click The ball of fire light turns on and off Chests heavy with a day's work Rise and fall with each cold intake of breath Rising, falling The gaze of a young woman is averted to the ground Passers-by are too busy to notice her tear-stained cheeks Too preoccupied to ask why she has no coat Streets are somber Silent The only voices heard are whispers in the winter wind A man walks past a street lamp Such a hurry No destination Eyes so clear Like ice sheets glazed with melting snow It turns on and illuminates the darkness of the paved sidewalk Click click The light turns on and off Dark seconds between its flickering Window sills full of solemn shadows Stars absent from the mourning sky Darkness thicker than blood Footsteps snuffed out by the snow are seldom heard The scutter of a shop owner dashes quickly into the night Click click The lamp turns off The bulb burnt out No one tries to relight it Most people have probably already read this... I'll post it anyways.
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U know who it is by now
5/3/2017 03:43:27 pm
IM DYING
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