Awash.

It's simply nerves you say...
but there's still three more summers
where she'll be at home, 95 degrees
short of truth,
with unanswered questions

as the heat escalates
and the faces grow more
curious, demanding.

Pretending to feel impatient ,
forming moods she can hide under
as her real reason for staying inside
crisp, pale sheets is unknown.

Seattle is halfway across the country,
but it swiftly becomes her goal...
to lose herself in a world where
clouds stifle sunlight
and she can begin a new life,

no longer in shadows of disappointment.

She will remain afloat as long as
no one will recognize that the message
in her bottle was never beauty,
only shame.

And the rain will shield her heart
in ways one would never have imagined.

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Written 7/18/13 @ 6:10 pm