An October’s Muddy Beginnings

You told her to leave,

so she left.

You followed her down

the uniform steps, even

though she told you not to follow.

You’re just a kid, how could you



The October drizzle left her

umbrellaless and cold, no option but to

seek refuge in the library,

her thin shirt a second skin as

the steady drops mix

with her involuntary tears,

erasing the trauma of the break.


She beelined for the bathroom,

avoiding eyes that cast

a plethora of unwanted judgment

on her soaking state. Her strength

silently cursed her college-

a place that boasted sustainability

but whose bathrooms had no hand-dryers,

only paper towels.


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