6.09 / August 2011

a third floor 11:47 story

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this is a third floor

eleven-forty-seven

story.

here,

secrets hide

in empty

mint tins

addled with dents

smelling of places

we shouldn’t have been.

we wear

sunglasses in the dark

we sing

when no one listens

we know

how to find treasures

at the bottom

of lost and found buckets

because it’s true

that the higher you

climb

the farther you fall.

and every shoe size

we outgrow

the world shrinks

just a bit more.


Still lost in the halls of high school, I’m a fifteen-year old from the 802 district code. I dance, I sing, I write, and spend a lot of quality time zoning out and daydreaming. I also like sepia toned photographs and toast with cream cheese and avocados on top. This is my first work ever published.
6.09 / August 2011

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