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Poem: Sometimes I Feel the Future on the Horizon


Sometimes I feel the future on the horizon.

It drips on my fingers like ice cream,

melting to become an empty cone,

a comforter weighing on my sleeping skin,

binding me to a mattress with the promise of slumber.

The picture of a broken elixir bottle,

a clog in a fountain of youth,

wind whipping my hair into thinning gray strands.

Mya R

Hi! I'm an aspiring writer who loves her craft! My hobbies include reading, writing, sewing, watching TV (including kdrama and anime), and learning new languages.

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