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a date with a safety pin in a high school bathroom

i took off all my hopes today
and left them by the door
i shed all of my fates and dreams
and dropped them to the floor
like tears from tired eyes they wept
like sullen, naked dew
and last but least, i threw
my old green ribbon back at you
the one you tied so sweet, so neat
for me so long ago
around the sharpest object that i ever brought to school

but now i need it, sorry. it’s not too sharp but it’ll do.
but better than the pen i tried to give my breathing to.
you touched my fingertips, i cried, so delicate and calm
contrasted to my stormy, sleepy, and eternal qualms
and pangs of quilted negligence to wash my pain for good
and rather just self-medicate with pain and burning wood
this wood that builds my forest up, it’s self defense, but see
i found that ribbon long ago, just hanging from a tree.

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