Tony read his poem,
"one day my heartbeat stops,
one day ill be just a caraccas
my body will writhe and decompose
that happens to all humans i suppose
the cracks form on my skin
and to all in my kin
some say that day is the fin
but i dont believe, still."
the teacher looked at the young seven year old, his mother had always been well disturbed so it had become a practice for the teacher to hear the young poet's writings and smile, he had his poetic values but what his poems valued was far way too much for a valuable child. the teacher wont say this but she was extremely regarding and caring towards tiny tony. Ms.Garret, his mother, an always drunk and suffering trauma after effects, young Garret had had the worst divorce and had the worst life, till her child was born when she was still pretty young.
she had a slight idea of the child's past through his poems, but these were a few recognizable ones
dolls
she comes to me, her pace slow
her dress flow midair
in the moonlight, yet no glow
her eyes made of plastic fare
the woman closes her eyes together,
and says with a sigh
"i guess you as well, may die"
this probably referred to his own mother, the teacher knew his mother went around dating, so she could be referred as doll: pretty, she supposed. She in her trauma had asked her extremely delicate child to die, not appreciated motherly approach.
gone
the second poem, said this,
"he was a brisk memory,
i have no sight
but what have i heard from mother
he wasn't very fair right,
she would sometimes weep,
call me, surtur's child,"
and i would weep back
say" i had just tried-!"
she told me he had left
left long ago
and if he had gone ago
he shouldve be back by now
but im not naive, neither am i wild
but till where i know, i know he has died"
this is probably the father, the teacher thought, this also referred to what hideous things his mother had called her child, Tony always arrived with bruises and knife marks, sometimes even bloody neck at school. she was concerned.
exorcism
mommy says that i will die
she said they will betray me if i try
she gave me a letter to speak to them
"go away" is what they gained
they looked at me and friend they cried
"i tried!" is what i whined
i wanted mommy to let me make friends
or my childhood spirits ends
mommy wont let me go out
so i sit in home a pout
but they are there to lend a helping hand
when i return, they welcome me grand
" mommy mommy let me go school,"
"i can teach' she sounds all cool
but i am not a fool
i insist and whine
and thats how my education gets some time
the woman wasnt sure why was the poem called excorcism, but it was very deep. the child had developed his imaginary friends! she walked to the school council.
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