New starust slicks the shingles
On the ancient roof of the shed
Where a couple of souls lie to clean
Their greying teenage bodies.
The streetlight turns off at
Half past ten,
And all the parents shut their
Lights out
The night goes about its business with the teens
Carefully tucked in its pockets.
Posted in response to the challenge Stars.
If we get scared, they have us in their pockets.
If we don't, all they have is blood.
And blood is not a weapon.
From what I remember, it was born growing.
It was born hot, expanding, glowing,
and the people were made of gold
and of fire.
And it kept growing, it kept burning hot, bright,
"So I was in English class, right," said the kid, "and the bell rang, and while I was switching classes, I got super thirsty, so I stopped at the water fountain, but then I remembered that this fountain is out of order and the only other one is in
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