Vents Hidden in Verse

blue tag

A/N: i dug up this old poem i wrote in 8th grade and i thought i should share it here with you. it's very personal. you can tell it was written a while ago because my letters are still capitalized.

written November 9th, 2018 at 12:50 p.m.

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Blue tag
Wrapped around a young wrist
Stretches back two years

School year six
Cubicles in a row,
Patients in each

Ambulance to building
Strapped to moving bed,
3 A.M.

Interrogation.
"What have you done to yourself?"
"What harm have you caused?"

Personal, personal
Concert missed
School missed
Missing life

Away from home
Seven days

Room 211
End of hall

Girl, skin, white, like snow
Sleeping peacefully
"You're staying here."

In tiny bed
There's no room
For my big body

Early up, 6 A.M.
White coats surrounding immediately
Needle enters arm
Sucks blood
Must be a vampire

Everyone up
Towers of flesh
Above a small girl

Breakfast.
I love food

Meeting.
Confrontation.

Chris, high as the sky
Adrianna, word "consent" not in dictionary
Nate, can't escape violence
Alexandria, not a people person
Drake, neat ankle bracelet

Me.
Just sad.
Empty.
Plans to not have a future.

C.Z. isn't worried
Right?

Group discussion.
Cartoon Network.
Music.
Coloring.
Gossip.

Whispering,
"Heyo DeJuan, I really like Nattasha."
Overheard.
Smiles all around.
C.Z... whoops, forgot.

Eat, chill, gym, repeat.
Routine, routine, seven days.

Day 7 ending.
I don't want to go

Contact exchange.
Not supposed to, oh well.

"I won't forget you, I promise."

I leave, my heart still there.

Blue tag
Wrapped around a young wrist
Is how I'm still here now
Writing for you.