Relief is retrograde for the next few.
I dream
of blood now. I don’t
Know if it’s mine. I don’t know if it matters.
The feeling fails to subside. Hours drip by.
School is sharp and draws out like piss like
What lands on your eyeball at
Three in the morning
As cars rush by
In acid rain.
Pelumi Sholagbade is a high school senior from Washington DC. When not writing, Pelumi can be found reading, playing the cello, or failing to fall asleep at night.
It is November. And I don’t want my life to be
This kind of perpetual autumn.