Room


There’s a room

That started something

Violent

In splashes

Signaling

The loss

Of hope

And innocence

It was forced 

And quiet

Throats were 

Held tight

And the memory

Lingers

In the air

Like perfume 

Smashed

Against the wall

Inexperience

Was fuel

Blamed 

Shunned

Cast out

Never allowed to be

What was 

About to come 

To fruition

An excuse 

Or simply what was always to be

Sensing impending doom 

Hiding beneath covers

Avoiding friendly faces

Knowing what it was 

To be left

In dusty tire tracks 

Searching for the way home

You’ll never see me

No one ever did

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