Sitting in class
nothing to do...

When all the world did melt
The sky was black and blue...

My broken bones are stabbing me
in my muscles and in my skin...

What keeps me up waiting
this might seem concise...

Paper clip hairstyles
born-again saints...

One dreary morning
i sought out my beautiful strange...

We, sheeted mummies
in a shade of quilted patches...

That girl i look upon
look up to and long to be...

My confusion strangles me
and i feel empty...

I'm lying in bed
I cant sleep tonight...

All I hear is laughter
As the kids throw sticks and stones...

I opened the window
to freshen the room...