i.
A comical stick figure
With queer expressions
What to make of her?
She leaves deep first impressions.
All out teachers either
love or hate this girl
She's an unshakeable terror
Please don't allow her to unfurl.
ii.
Like a virus
She sticks
Tight.
Clinging.
To what she thinks
Is the last shred
Of human emotion-
Us.
But nobody likes a virus.
We have to leave her.
She's suffocating us
Taking over our immune system
Becoming
Part
Of us
We can't gently pry her away
Hoping that her bonds would fray
We can't fully tear her off,
We'd be left panting, full of guilt.
So we do what we can
We slowly
Slowly
Distance ourselves.
Until she joins the rest of them.
The Outcasts.
It might have been immoral-
Mean-
But as much as it hurt-
It was necessary.
Because
Viruses can kill.
iii.
She was Play-Doh
And people were her molds.
She was ever-morphing
Changing shape
Forcing herself
To just FIT IN.
But she couldn't.
For she was nothing but
A shapeless bit
Of childrens' clay
(Hey, I know this is shitty work but I wrote this more than two years ago- My work has gotten a lot better, but I'm posting this just for, idk, old time's sake)
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Phosphenes
Poesía"The colours aren't real. Words bring them alive." An iridescence of poetry.
