Tuesday, September 13, 2016

from p.4 on 9/12

A kiss shared
between
peanut butter and jelly
under the blankets
of bread.


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Blood flowing from
a young child's lip
smeared across his face.

Desperately with a damp
towel in hand, I try to undo
what his older brother
had done.


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As the faded blues
and dark puprles of
the sky slowly light up,
they walk onto the stage.

Bass pulses in my chest.
The screaming guitar,
edgy vocals, invade my ears.

I let out a screech of wonder.


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