30 Seconds


It’s dark outside and it’s dark inside, too.
As if the sky had opened its mouth and swallowed my house whole.
It’s New Years’ Eve.
We are 30 seconds away from a new start.
The phone rang.
Someone to wish me a happy new year from the east coast.
My mom wants a picture.
Austin won’t look,
but he’s got his arms around me.
His face is digging into my shoulder,
And I’m laughing like a 5 year old child.
It’s so loud, and I feel like the walls are screaming at me.
No, it’s not the walls. Everyone really is screaming:
Happy New Year!

That is my poem, don't make fun:)!