Frances
Defenselessly kicking and trying to punch.
All is left is to scream.
Shrieking and yelling and shouting.
Get her off of me.
Get her off of me, please.
Rough hands scratch up skin.
I’m still a kid,
I’m still a child.
Shadows pace back and forth.
Critters crawling and driving wild.
Finally,
Breathing again.
Humming sounds once more
Like clockwork, it was
Never ending.
Rain drips and drops
Plink plonk
Pit pat
Drip drap
Kite flying still.
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Kite Flying (Based on a Dance Moms dance)
PoetryJust something fun I did based on the dance "I Can See the Kite Flying" from an episode of Dance Moms. Check the "Cast List" to see who is who.
