• roo! •
he yelled behind me
so loud
that the kids in the sand pit
stopped and stared.
• how dare you? •
i was running by then.
running from his footprints in the sand
and events that would surely occur
when they caught up to my own.
and as my arms pumped
back and forth
i caught sight of the lines on my arm
in black ink.
• come back here!
stop! •
but i didn't
of course.
because running is what i'm good at
not facing.
and then
my fears of pausing my strides
became inevitable.
i felt the streak of ink
slide down the calf if my leg
before i could scream.
i slowed my pace
to counterattack
but when i turned
he couldn't be seen.
• hayden? •
i whispered;
wavering under a tree
knowing that surely
and certainly
he'd jump out at any moment
allowing a chocolate like substance
to collide with the fabric of my pants.
• who's the smart one now? •
he laughed;
but his face i could not see.
and then the pen landed on my arm
and i looked up.
• hayden! •
• you look like you're covered
in stray tattoos •
• no more than you do •
i laughed;
my neck craning
to see his eyes up in the tree.
but all i could see
was fairy lights
and feathers
entwined upon the leaves.
• welcome to wonderland. •
he whispered.
and i didn't doubt it.
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shaded wings
Poetryher wings would bloom when the pencil drew shades of black and white and tare into two when her body flew into the camouflage of night her heart was sewn to anyone but her own forgetting to love herself but there's a boy that knows his love for he...
