Leaving

She’s been awake since
the start of the weekend.
Practicing her magic on me,
through the speaker in her phone,
and not long after that
we got together in person.

She said she’s been obsessed
with leaving since she first learned
how to read. The whole world
was a forest and every word
was like a seed.

We never thought a second
about the things that we would need.
It was obvious that the right choice
was against our shadowed faces,
staring over wrinkled blankets in the dark.

We sat on metal stairs
and threw our empty cans
into the dumpster. We knew
this was our last chance
to be free.

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