This is a flag of victory
Being raised up into
The star speckled
Infinite sky
❀
I stitched my own wounds
With a burning needle and
A half-hearted, barely remaining
Will to survive
❀
I fought my own demons
Watched them win too many times
Drowned in a bedroom full of blood
Before finally slaying them
❀
This is a poem
Wrapped around the sun
Finally held in my hands
Unable to burn me after
I banished the darkness
❀
The epilogue was an apocalypse
But the sequel is
Fireworks at sunrise
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Broken Glass
Of all the students Mr. Benedick expected to see in his office, he did not expect the boy who was sitting there. What grade was this one, he thought? He walked over to his desk, looked at the folder Ms. Diner had left out for him, and opened it. There was a photo inside of it, taken from last year’s picture day. Not much growth; not too different. The boy sitting in front of him had nothing strange or unusual in his file, if a child’s life defined by having “nothing disruptive or regretful” in it could be called fine. Mr. Benedick also realized that “life” was an anagram of “file,” and wondered where that thought came from as he stared at the boy in front of him. Benny Duncan. Grade Four. Beloved by all his teachers so far. He had seen the boy playing with the other boys his age in the school yard at recess. Four Square and foot hockey. A normal-looking kid. A normal kid… And here he was, after a very stupid moment with the fire alarm and a shoe.
By Kendall Defoe 7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
Ooo!! This really piqued my interest Poppy!! I'll have to check out the rest of the series here!!
"The epilogue was an apocalypse But the sequel is Fireworks at sunrise" Wow! I think this may be one of the best collections of words I've seen on here. Excellent.
Drowning in a bedroom full of blood seems so tempting, lol. Loved your poem!
Gorgeous poem as always and an amazing last stanza! Loved it :)
Lovely and hopeful ✅ Liked: ‘ But the sequel is Fireworks at sunrise’💙
Beautiful and inspiring poem.