Breathe
By Marcos Montgomery A car rolls on by going so slow with windows tinted so no faces would show in my chest I could feel my anxiety grow my brother says don't worry but sweat soaks my clothes The same car passes again but big brother grips his gun and his patients is thin and then the gunshots begin big brother drops as soon as the first bullet pierces the skin Breathe big brother please I can't let you leave I try to cover the wound and as he clenches my sleeve Breathe big brother because I don't know what to do all I wish is that I knew how to help you Breathe big brother I don't want you to go it just won't feel right when I borrow your clothes Breathe big brother out through the mouth and in through the nose he hasn't got much time I see the twitch in his toes Breathe big brother no don't let go his grip begins to fade but his eyes don't close Marcos is a senior. He wants to attend Julliard to become a ballerina. When he is being realistic, he enjoys making his phone bark. (Really, he is a talented poet and writer who plans on continuing to write for the rest of his life, or until his phone dies.)
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
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