everything keeps folding over and over again
like a 5 year olds art project
the one she spent so much time on
but the teacher folds it up and calls it "cute" with a bored yawn
the girl never forgets this moment and every time
she makes a new art project
she folds it up without a second thought.
though she's older and has free will of her own
she uses it to hide and store everything away
just like that teacher did
hiding her beautiful art that fateful day
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
ПоэзияPoems I've written that I probably find heavily cringe and wish I never wrote them
