Scratchy vines swipe at the tube
The tube rests inside the boy
And the boy rests upon hot air
He controls the vines
They are his chains,
His shackles that he waves
Trying to find the key to his liberation
But dirty vines around human flesh
Feels like a bathtub of putrid water
Why not jump in?
Kelly, darling, you never were very popular, you just kinda were. you had your friend group and to everyone else you were just a girl in their bio class. To me you were the girl in my English class who sometimes smiled at me as though we shared a private joke. But remember that one time I shared my short story and you laughed.... Just outright, full on, laughed, well that poem was about my dead brother, so haha. Would you have laughed at my poem to? Maybe you can now, now that I'm dead you can laugh Kelly, heck I might even join in.
That's a wrap,
Ralph
