secrets amongst the stars by Sarah Chaudhry (15, New York)

I sit quietly, numbly, with my legs perched off the rooftop
My legs swing like a pendulum, constantly going back and forth, 
back and forth, much like my aching heart
I bite back the urge to speak through my dry, cracked lips, 
but the feeling is sour, uncomfortable. What can I say? 
There are no more secrets left to tell, I ruminate as I reach for something to soothe my lips,
only to remember that my cherry-scented chapstick is now ruined, much like my soul from sweet and sour flavors of beverages, cigarettes, and the occasional stench of powder,
I think I am dying, a slow, numb process as I feel myself reel toward the lines of death
Like a star about to supernova,
I’m waiting to finally crack

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