Across The Fence
A poem about inclusion and community
I buzz
When the word
Friend
Slips unbidden
From your mouth
Like some kind
Of calling card
To come visit
Normal.
.
I knew a place
Called Normal
Where everyone
Smiled
Like they really
Meant it.
Green grass,
White teeth,
Rich health.
.
They
Kicked me out.
.
I wasn't pretty
Enough
For their ranks
So I sat
In the grass
And watched
Them eat
Dinner
Through the fog.
.
I was hungry.
And the food
Looked so
Divine
That I ate
The scraps
Tossed
Beyond
The fence.
.
It made me
Sick.
But then
I heard
Friend
Whispered
Again
And I started
Wanting to visit.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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