Its a School Scene

With desks from high school

and textbooks that we

cannot touch.  Three of us

stuck in a pose.

 

I can’t see my companions,

but I know they are from

my high school. My hands are stuck

and we have been frozen.

 

There is an IV in every

right arm. He comes in.

Hello, my dolls. Let me just

check on you here.

 

Ah, very good. Very very good.

His breath is hot and rank.

I feel him pull back my hair

from my shoulder.

 

Your make up needs to be fix,

my love. He brushes something

onto my face. You are too old,

Lizzie.

 

There is a ripping sound

and the camera is splattered

with blood.  Someone drags

them away, their shoes squeaking

 

The floor. Just another one

of his victims.

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About blackwinterrosethorn

I am an artist and a writer whose living in Virginia. I go to Hollins University and I am a double minor in Creative Writing and Music. I've been writing for about eleven or twelve years. I've been singing forever and I have been drawing and painting for four or five years. I am open to doing commissions and collaborative pieces. View all posts by blackwinterrosethorn

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