On the swing I sway
I stay there all day
My thoughts like the clouds
Floating away
Posted in response to the challenge Studio.
On the swing I sway
I stay there all day
My thoughts like the clouds
Floating away
Posted in response to the challenge Studio.
I’m not sure which is worse, having my hair torn out everyday and markers drawing ‘makeup’ on my face, having a dog chew on my arm and a toddler chew on my leg.
I wake up and stare at the bland ceiling, not moving for a while. I don't know how long I was sitting there, there are no clocks in here. No clocks, no posters, no windows, save for the small, barred slit in the top of the wall.
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