Dec 2019
A flurry of coloured bags
Lying carelessly in the doorway
The happy ones congregate in the grass
They laugh and they dance
Because they can
A silence of turning pages
Throat constricted too tight to eat
The other ones congregate in the shade
Feeling out of place there
Because they can’t.
Lying carelessly in the doorway
The happy ones congregate in the grass
They laugh and they dance
Because they can
A silence of turning pages
Throat constricted too tight to eat
The other ones congregate in the shade
Feeling out of place there
Because they can’t.
written back in year 10 one lunch time when i felt particularly left out
