High School Ghoul

the ghoul

One day, these halls will not be a second home,

but a distant memory.

Going from walking with others to being alone

in a bed with a board of emery.

Remembering the fear of f

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falling over the length of the gown;

but the sounds of positive name calling

flooding my cranium as the negative thoughts went down

down

down.

Many hands coming in contact,

while simply frollocking across the platform.

But many of the faces were once in combat,

or at least in my minds storm.

The storm that was created from high school

will become as calm as a ghoul.