Foggy eyes, grabbing at a
Lack of glass
Only dark fuzziness in front of her
A window coated in 3 years worth of dust and dirt,
A thin sheet of water descending in front of her face,
A screen of a spring door
speckled with dead fly legs
The shards of her glasses
Pressing
Into her palm, her eyes left
Naked
Withering weeds caressing her ankles
The enraged wind licking her bare shoulders
The faint smell of distant roadkill assaulting her nose
An empty black sky, clinging to her fingertips
Her hands pressing through
endless layers of black brick walls
She could hear coyotes calling
cubs nearby, yet
Nothing was seen.
James Bowie High School
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