Popcorn

wiping tears away from swollen eyes

yet still they leaked through

a waterfall of pain dripping onto the ground

drip drip drip

day two

tossing, turning, crying in bed

hugging knees tight to chest

it has been raining for two days.

i wonder when it will end

this grand deluge

or perhaps it is the end?

I'm a poet, dreamer, fighter, runaway princess

In the body of a terrified girl growing into womanhood

And most of the time I hate it here

Trapped inside a glass box

I don't believe in good luck or a higher power