Alone - Jessica Frelow

in a trope that i hate, i wait calmly for something, a piece to look into tomorrow.

like the days on swings when the sun cascaded beams on the crests of my shoulders.

it’s nothing like that, today, but a sense of urgency, in a fickle world i cannot attain.

beside the stale leaf in the wind, i will be crushed, as you take me away,

an unbearable end, singly defining my hollowness, like the top of a brown paper bag.

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Jessica Frelow is a writer living in New Jersey. Her work has been featured in Versification, Trampset, Kreaxxxion Review and Emerge Literary Journal, among others. For more connect with her on twitter @thefrelow.