Creative Writing


By Kaylee Sugimoto

As the trees turn green

and the sun gives us warmth 

you will sleep, take your pills, and rest up north.

I will spend my moments hidden in the mountains out west,

climbing and counting beats on my chest.

And when the stars come back,

and the leaves turn brown, 

I hope we’ll come around differently, 

and maybe not try again. 

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