her heart beats like the drums his drumsticks hit
booming with every glance
glances across the classroom,
glances across the hallway,
glances across the cafeteria,
glances through the lockers,
glances through the pages of the books they hold so dearly,
glances through their phone screens,
glances made are glances found
YOU ARE READING
our scars don't define us
Poetry"there is nothing more powerful than a girl with a pen who is brave enough to use it." -caroline kaufman
