elise.writer

Open your eyes, world, and see
I am not the silent one.

I am the thunder in your scream
I am the lightning in your tears
I am the tear in your masterpiece
I am the blade in your spite

I am the strong one.

I took a makeup class with the older kids yesterday
because I'd been busy during my normal class,
and of course I messed up a bit,
because the class was a little past my level.

You're lucky to even be here.

papers squeeze me tight like a mummy scribbled on
haste of time, time crinkled 'round the edges
too much spilling from the that folded cup.

computer cord coils 'round my ankles i
bend over backwards to wipe the wet from my

you asked me one day
(it was a winter day)
a day where the air was crisp and chilly
the sort of crisp and chilly that prickled your skin,
and your bones.
and i said that when i truly had nothing to worry about

You're not wanted here, you never were
You've rounded up in the wrong place, you have
Your long frays of green out lengthen our own weakling of strawberry patches
Your streaks extending out like a blanket over our pristine soil