Recess

Recess

 

Stumbling and tripping,

hitting your head on a park bench,

running your skin across a rusty nail,

drawing your own sacred blood.

 

Blinding pain; can't stand up.

Lie and hold your skull,

get up and go on.

 

This is what it's always been about,

Since we were kids on the swings...

Reviews

[Deanna]

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