Sunlight once streaming through the ballerina pink On the apricot blossoms A vacant laugh plays distant in the background Soggy grass pokes through small toes Red freckled noses with burning rosey cheeks Sweaty hands grasping dusty pale chalk and Burlap rope swings propelling me into the raw stinging water
My senses suffocated by the harsh blaring music Transported to another realm as my chapped lips mouth along Large ripped shoes drag on the cold pavement, As I attempt to beat the spotty rain clouds ahead Sensitive, squinting eyes cloud my vision Muting the flush pastel of the apricot blossoms
I rewind to wafting scents of sweet bug spray, Young scorching eyes from greasy dripping sunscreen Fragile splintered hands from the Creaky swing sets swaying in the quiet wind A small puddle seeps through faded canvas As I know this is the last time I can wear these tattered shoes
A siren blasts my attentive ears Blurs of TV static provide intermittent panic The remote is briefly slapped distracting our wandering minds. A repetitive beep more crucial than my need to drink and breath I remain pushed down by my surroundings, Time passes until i'm drowned all together In that cold. Gloomy. Water.
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