Something random for hidden angst
**Nostalgia hurts - Amélie Farren **
-Sick Games-
Our laughs would paint the concrete with blood red chalk stains
The thorns of ring around the rosey still poke my feet as they did back then.
Duck duck goose was always my favorite, as I was never the one caught out.
The only way to win horseshoe was a strange strategy, hit or get hit-
the clang of our shoes would silence then.
During hide nseek,
Most girls would get caught at 7,
When I'd only count to six.
We would play leapfrog
knowing tomorrow we wouldn't see our sleeping beauty.