Side Effects
Milken Community Schools Literary Magazine
Fight Night
That sweet taste of blood in my mouth
Fists cold and raised, ready to fight
He swings first, his fist hits my face
That sweet taste of blood in my mouth
I swing back, I miss, and I swipe again
This time he sprawls, head slaps the floor
That sweet taste of blood in my mouth
Fists cold and raised ready to fight
The Saddest Goodbyes
In the bedroom, the saddest goodbyes happen.
These moments happen in the mornings
when you are forced to leave the warm hug of
the one you love the most.
Throughout the day you miss her,
always wanted to see her,
And when you get back home she is waiting in the same spot
you left her.
You jump into her arms but shrink away
from her cold touch,
But as you grow weary you return to them
with open arms
embracing sleep.