You fool, that’s my wooden leg!
Homeschooler thrown
into public graveyards
without training wheels,
getting lost in the burrows of daggers
and edges that exist beneath sharp smiles
of baby dakrats trying to fit in.
Let him scramble for humor,
in the moment,
while a mirado black warrior
drinks blood from his thigh.
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 12:24 AM UTC
You fool, that’s my wooden leg!
Homeschooler thrown
into public graveyards
without training wheels,
getting lost in the burrows of daggers
and edges that exist beneath sharp smiles
of baby dakrats trying to fit in.
Let him scramble for humor,
in the moment,
while a mirado black warrior
drinks blood from his thigh.
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