when they came for us
it was under the blindfold of darkness
the heat was suffocating
condensation of escaped breath
the only cooling we were afforded
screams of febrile wind
leaked through
the cracked window
scalding our skin
my nose shriveled at the scent of despair,
forgotten promises tickling my toes
we searched blindly,
grasping wildly at the thick air until
our balmy palms found eachother.
when they came for us,
that’s how we stayed,
swaying in unison with the winding road,
sweating, breathing,
joined together.
Divya Vetticaden is a rising senior at Canyon Crest Academy in San Diego. When she’s not writing poetry she enjoys reading, taekwondo, violin, and volunteering with little kids. Her poetry has been previously recognized by the Scholastic Arts and Writing Competition.
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