Written by: Val
Plush, florescent child-sized jackets,
jammed,
rolled,
burrowed,
into lockers,
Eagerly searching for shelter.
Pockets lumpy with overused,
Puffs tissues.
Wet, brown slosh,
adorns the hall,
accented with the glittering of neon blue salt.
Shuffling, small careful steps
murmuring,
echoing,
pleading,
When will She be here?