I stumbled into the train station, buzzed with integrity. Apprehension strikes like a clock at midnight. My math teacher never liked my hair. I never liked her husband. I can still feel you in my presence, shining on me like the sun, even on my darkest days. My childhood was a sad one, filled with corn harvests and bails of hay for food. Oh, cruel classmates. Your smile burns me as if I were swimming in boiling water. I never met my mother but I knew from experience that she hated pineapple and the scent of my hair. We sit next to each other in class, but we know we want more. To feel as free as two birds in the sky. My ex-boyfriend's husband told me I was too short to be a dancer but I persevered and became an employee at Subway. Engulf me in your arms, like fire consumes a building. My father's rabbit chewed a hole in my cardigan and I angrily cried daily for a day. Take my hand tonight, we could run so far.
My friend, Lady Bitternit, helped me write this. Enjoy.