8:46 - Shannon Sabol
8:46
Face down
in front of
the police station,
mask clouded with hot air,
and
eyes clouded with tears,
my throat shuts tight.
I feel the sweat drip through my
Spoiled-milk skin,
reaching into fragile
White bones,
drenching my heart.
shutter clicks and drones
swarm
above me,
honks from faraway.
This is how he died.
Face down
in front of
the police station,
mask clouded with hot air,
and
eyes clouded with tears,
my throat shuts tight.
I feel the sweat drip through my
Spoiled-milk skin,
reaching into fragile
White bones,
drenching my heart.
shutter clicks and drones
swarm
above me,
honks from faraway.
This is how he died.