There’s boy in my class everyone says are cool and people like me they’d run right through. There’s rainbows they wish they could bottle and coal they want to burn.
There’s power and anger and sadness and sorrow that’s all been forgotten. Summer winds and winter storms they hate.
People like me they wish would disappear. People like me they bully until we fear the very sound of their rubber shoes and angry voice.
There’s you and me by the classroom window they wish that they could kill with every ounce of their being.
They told me so I knew for sure. They said I’d go to hell and that I’d burn till I was melting. They said they’d wait a little while and watch me turn to dust.
They said I had no blood. They said I was a freak. They said I deserved to die. They said they were the ones to decide.
Swan Queen's little sister in-law/caretaker since 2022
Sunflower fields overgrown with daisies and poppies that strangle the soil. Old pots cracked and roots all tangled and knotted like twisted strands of hair I meant to braid. Swaying flowers with heads pointed up to the sun, scratching my porch with their black seeded caps and squirming in the dust. Over time growing like vines up the pillars of my house - strangling it and growing inside until even the taps are bent and snapped and the pipes are squashed.
Until the world that used to cry, filled with sunshine, stayed dry all day and finally slept before the moon set and drought back the pleading for the rains and the old vine-like roots dying like drapes and returning to the home of the poppies where the soldiers lay.
Swan Queen's little sister in-law/caretaker since 2022
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