the kitchen counter was on the opposite side of the window…?
I am scared
because I am slowly forgetting
the days when I got tanner everyday
and the nights that made me want to live forever for the first time
It’s been too long and
too far of a distance for me to go back
and make sure that everything was just as perfect as I left them
It’s too late
to go back and gather everything and everyone back together
filling up all of the spaces to complete the masterpiece in my head
But most of all,
It’s too terrifying
to look back at it all
and not want to drop everything I have now and
kick the nearest desk and throw all of my papers
maybe shout at someone’s face and run out the door
Then I’d grab a taxi and book a one-way flight in the backseat
arriving at the airport, maybe I’ll punch the driver and run without paying
And hop on the plane I booked with my dad’s credit card and
tell the world to never come find me
After that if I feel brave enough I’ll snap my phone in half and
flush it down the toilet
If I’m lucky I’d steal a watch off a sleeping grandma
and a wallet off the forty-nine year old father over there
Then I’d reapply the red lipstick I’ve kept in my pocket and
promise myself to never look back
Rikako Kurasawa is a 3rd year student in the Department of English Studies who loves to write poems in her tiny notebook she keeps in her pocket. She is obsessed with Roald Dahl’s short stories and spends hours looking at makeup and fashion blogs.
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