their pupils ran wild from the light
and their purple tongues were bitter
and harsh-
thoughts acidic and stupid
and young.
so they drunk themselves
to their own demise
getting high
from the gravity
of their defiant juvenile years.
⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎
stay in school kids
YOU ARE READING
{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )
Poetryshe had hoped to know who she was when blowing out her seventeen candles Ⓒ 2017, shoobari. All Rights Reserved sigh, ok : #26 [ 06 | 29 | 17 ]