- The pan is hot
Hearing the sizzle
This yellow mixture
Somehow
Turns to scrambled eggs.
- Restless adolescents
with perfected pores
and synthetic thoughts
suffocate crowded halls.
- Rock hard cold pavement,
The feeling of your fingertips,
Stoned, icy eyes,
The horrific crackling of the stereo.
All encompassing the deafening ambiance you carry with you.
- X marks the spot,
little did you know
when you criss-crossed
your heart,
that made you a target,
a treasure to be lost.
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