All the cool kids have a thread, so I should too. *envelopes herself in the fold of awesome around her* Feel free to comment.
And here is the poem for yesterday (My April First) The next to come tonight some time. ^^
April 1.
Caught.
Pushed against the hard metal, face sliced by silver,
You wait. The lick of ice pressing against your skin,
It is cold, and you shiver. The weight hardens and
Pain blooms behind your eyes, you cry. This world,
Pretentious and hidden in plain sight, is not yours.
You wonder, as caged animals do, when you will return.
Free.
*Hearts* Le Penguin.
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