Claire Baker

A Crystal Shade Of Green

This is dedicated to a wise old English teacher who once
Told me never to stop smiling
And never would let me give up even though I wanted to

A whisper calls out to me, it pulls me into time
I follow and I hear someone, somewhere cry, but it does not reach my ever pounding drums, for the whisper is growing louder more fierce more urgent

I feel like I’m a ghost, my feet are walking on their own accord, my thoughts are racing, my mind is spinning too, I open up my sand filled eyes and I

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