A Bus Stop in the Rain
A "Fresh-Start" summer that started with a bit of a dark twist.
By Lizzy RosePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Photo by G-R Mottez on Unsplash
A night in which I could not feel the heat
of a bed so tender and soft as snow.
curled in a ball so I could touch my feet
on a step in the hall, dark and alone.
I woke to a noise most alarming and,
upon peering into the morning sun
watched you walk in with mail and keys in hand.
The misery of the dusk was outdone.
You spoke so harsh, both flame and ice in tone
left me in the rain to my own accords.
The summer I lost the meaning of home,
and found a family in these my words.
The Morning light, a bus stop in the rain
I shall never in life call home again.
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About the Creator
Lizzy Rose
I am a poet, fiction/fantasy writer, as well as a cosplayer and cover singer on Tiktok and Instagram. Currently working on my first novel!
https://linktr.ee/lizzyrose12
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