Written by Tayla Elliot
Artwork by Ariana Cannan
Eager to leave now.
Boxes surround me filled high.
Remember to breathe.
Packing tape sticking to my feet, I look for
clothes I have already packed away and labelled.
I look at walls now empty and marked
from years of memories when I was happy.
When I was naïve.
The car horn tells me,
I have no more time to think.
It is time to leave.
Daydreaming of the future, I remind myself
that those words needed to be said. I couldn’t
stay here much longer without breaking down.
I’m so sick of losing.
So long I’ve waited.
Now that it’s here I’m lost.
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