Our Plan

I try to adjust myself

As Carina, Amber, and I

Sit on the uncomfortable roots

Of a maple tree,

Planning out our trip

And mapping our locations.

As usual,

Amber does most of the talking

But I give my consent when needed

And Carina stays silent.

It is pitch black outside,

The only time when no one will see us.

I snuggle up in my jacket,

And a bit of me wishes I was home,

But I ignore it.

Yet again I find myself crumbling.

But I won’t

Not again

Not this time.

I turn back to Amber

And focus on our plan.

The End

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