Chickadee Thoughts


of men equal hormonal

actions; stupid


eyes stuck on pillows

marveling at soft flesh, yet

ignorant to complaints


smack, ringing across

small space; in-between our faces

“don’t say it again”


feet in motion, head

towards class in single file

looking downwards now


advice littered with

good intentions, but we’re

not friends any more


friends, our title, our

favorite people; ourselves

till our hands broke


your hand joined that

girl’s and fingers interlocked, good

bye whispered to tears.



Day 12


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