the hasty fog,
blurring my vision.
the shrieking wind,
driving the current;
wild like her hair.
feel something eyeing me
by the lavenders and violets—
she turned her gaze,
uneasiness grows within,
i run away
pink orange sunset
i see her again—
eyes avoiding eyes,
my breath never released,
i run away
her screaming voice echoes
through my core like a labrys—
eyes darting back and forth,
my lungs suffocating,
i run away
running
and running
nowhere to hide
she is always there
as the shadow behind
About Bhumika:
I'm a 16 year old in Canada, and some of my interests include poetry (of course), coding, design, piano, as well as badminton! Especially during the past year during the pandemic, I've really taken the time to appreciate the beauty of nature and other things in life, which has allowed me to start writing poetry.
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