bruised knees and scraped elbows,
c u t u p ankles and
eyes peeking under slashes of dirt,
soil entangled in grimy hair.
Now it’s tensed shoulders and bony arms
and wired frames and slouching spines.
lifeless eyes peeking under longer bangs
a mask of hair and biting lips.
the future breathes down each one’s neck
gripping a pencil to recall the facts–
but the facts have
disappeared from your
let them run away.
conformity becomes material for the story penned;
an unclaimed fear the unwanted tenant, your mind
the distracted landlord.
biggest horrors go from:
spiders to misbehavior marks to Fs to last one picked to the only girl at the table to the only one who cares about this book to bullies and disparaging glares, to no party invites, to gossip and then to the aching pain of rejection
to being lied to.
to being cast aside.
aging leads to the expansion of knowledge
but it can also result in decomposition of the spirit~
bruised hearts and c u t u p smiles
my, look at the time.