As I lived in a big city, busy cause
people rushing everywhere, every
minute. Which state? California.
My grandmother with her raspy voice,
her bones crushing on the inside.
The feeling to break down, bones about
to shatter, her walking through
her own empty house, hearing her
own clocks tick-tocking in the small kitchen.
Nearby sparkling blue waters,
cool and fresh.

by Jessika, 10th grade

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