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Grace Mary Potts

Australia

My life is comprised of inconsistencies, daydreaming, procrastination techniques and occasionally, writing.

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As I have now turned nineteen, I will no longer be posting on this site. If anyone is curious to read any of my latest work, you can find my writing here: https://medium.com/@GraceMaryPotts

Skies of Speckled Stars

August 18, 2015

Her back bends and curves, 
Under unseen weight her spine is curled. 
Her head throbs, stomach clenching with nerves, 
It feels like the weight of the world. 

Her arms are heavy like stones, 
Weak and trailing close to the earth. 
The night's cold air seeps into weary bones 
And she wonders what one life is worth.  

And how she's supposed to accept that, 
There's one less person on this Earth.  

Clouds of mist curl from parted lips, 
Cold air stinging eyes blurred by tears. 
Her heart withers in pain's grip, 
And her stomach twists with dreads and fears. 

Her happiness was shattered by a call to her phone, 
Bad news breaking her calm like a bullet splintering glass. 
She meets the cold night alone, 
Heartbroken, as she watches clouds pass, 
Across skies speckled with stars.

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