Musk-mud sweat
in the summer night's mystery runs;
these kids were foolish in
thinking of othersuch that no one else believed in.
These were the outcasts
but fairies still weren't real.
Smiles from chemical aromas
without a backyard pool, and
chills from the puncturing of college memories
delighted them when the timing was wrong,
for they were aligned with the same songs.
The rejects of today
still lived in some fantasy,
running against warm evenings with
daydreams clenching their fists for them.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
