School mornings are a
Familiar and uncomfortable ritual
Like slipping into a pair of damp sneakers
Car is silent
Grey morning air full of
Groggy half formed thoughts
A familiar worm is crawling inside me again
Twisting my insides into a braid
I open my mouth and let it escape
I ask him
Will you always love me
No matter what?
My father says yes
Why would I ask such a thing?
Words are bubbling out of my throat
Pushing at the threshold of my mouth
I swallow them
Feel their weight in my stomach again
Dab away the dampness of my eyelids
Keep driving to school
Author Bio:
Rayna Yu is a violinist and writer who lives in Virginia. In her spare time, she works on her young adult fantasy novel and plays with her cat. Rayna currently attends Colonial Forge High School.
Familiar and uncomfortable ritual
Like slipping into a pair of damp sneakers
Car is silent
Grey morning air full of
Groggy half formed thoughts
A familiar worm is crawling inside me again
Twisting my insides into a braid
I open my mouth and let it escape
I ask him
Will you always love me
No matter what?
My father says yes
Why would I ask such a thing?
Words are bubbling out of my throat
Pushing at the threshold of my mouth
I swallow them
Feel their weight in my stomach again
Dab away the dampness of my eyelids
Keep driving to school
Author Bio:
Rayna Yu is a violinist and writer who lives in Virginia. In her spare time, she works on her young adult fantasy novel and plays with her cat. Rayna currently attends Colonial Forge High School.
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