05-21-2018, 02:13 PM
High School Cafeteria
Their talking looks like an angry beehive.
I sit close enough to smell her pink shampoo,
desperately wishing she'd sting me.
I've gone mute again, my thoughts
lost on a blank loose leaf.
All I can taste are my unsaid words.
Blinded by the sour milk odor,
my hands cover my ears,
some people notice, while others never will.
"You just have to try harder,"
a photo of my parents in brain.
My only choice is to run,
the assigned adult follows me
like a diagnosis in a permanent record.
From NaPM
Their talking looks like an angry beehive.
I sit close enough to smell her pink shampoo,
desperately wishing she'd sting me.
I've gone mute again, my thoughts
lost on a blank loose leaf.
All I can taste are my unsaid words.
Blinded by the sour milk odor,
my hands cover my ears,
some people notice, while others never will.
"You just have to try harder,"
a photo of my parents in brain.
My only choice is to run,
the assigned adult follows me
like a diagnosis in a permanent record.
From NaPM
Time is the best editor.