"Climb in the front and make room."
"The passenger seat?"
"Duh. Hurry up, we gotta go."
right, i'll hurry up. just as soon as my stomach stops lurching and my hands stop trembling and my body stops incinerating me from the inside out and i can see the car from right here right now instead of my speeding prison from years ago. i'll hurry up. it's just a seat, right? i sit in those all the time. this is no different.
YOU ARE READING
Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
