You’re It (By Cat Lalonde)
“You’re it,” she says slapping a hand across my back
before scurrying into the thick trees.
“You’re it,” she says slapping a hand across my back
before scurrying into the thick trees.
Is it possible to split this heart in two and give away the pieces?
They are sharp, jagged.
Not equal,
not perfect halves.
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The wind was unforgiving,
taking the words from my head before they could dance on my tongue.
Sifting through every grain of sand,
trudging along the ocean.
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