Beanie bags on tied knees sweep the floor
The children of a neighborhood *****
Willard’s pets toasted over firelight
Inhaled whole nary a bite.
Sunken eyes watching a falling sun
Chewing nails to simulate fun.
Head laid down on a pillow of lice.
Fall asleep terrified with the sound of mice.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
Beanie bags on tied knees sweep the floor
The children of a neighborhood *****
Willard’s pets toasted over firelight
Inhaled whole nary a bite.
Sunken eyes watching a falling sun
Chewing nails to simulate fun.
Head laid down on a pillow of lice.
Fall asleep terrified with the sound of mice.
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