I can taste the huckleberries ripe on the branches
stolen from the fairy garden in the early summer
when the ravens weren't looking.
I stole a lot of things as a child.
I stole the UV rays from the sun,
tanning my alabaster arms
and freckling my shoulders.
I stole winks from boys in my third grade classroom
while the teacher had her back turned.
And I might have sold those winks
to other boys
for an extra juice at lunch.
Maybe I committed petty theft as a young lady,
taking the air from someones lungs,
******** in their light-bulbs and
blowing a fuse.
I'm a thief,
taking the light from their eyes
and the bullets from their guns,
I stole smiles
and never gave them back.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 4:12 AM UTC
I can taste the huckleberries ripe on the branches
stolen from the fairy garden in the early summer
when the ravens weren't looking.
I stole a lot of things as a child.
I stole the UV rays from the sun,
tanning my alabaster arms
and freckling my shoulders.
I stole winks from boys in my third grade classroom
while the teacher had her back turned.
And I might have sold those winks
to other boys
for an extra juice at lunch.
Maybe I committed petty theft as a young lady,
taking the air from someones lungs,
******** in their light-bulbs and
blowing a fuse.
I'm a thief,
taking the light from their eyes
and the bullets from their guns,
I stole smiles
and never gave them back.
soul-sucker
kill-joy
a piece of the bitterness
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