I ride the train as a pirate.
The weather felt like minus.
My friends and I meet.
Red is a bat and Petals
A ghost under a sheet.
Off into a haunted mansion we go.
Maybe this will be a ghost show.
Along the ghost tour
There was a whiff of smoke.
"There was a fire here that killed a bloke,"Our tour guide says.
Red and I glance at each other.
Petals' cell phone dies.
From a loud BONK some people cry.
We're out of that place
There is a change in Petals' face.
Her phone resurrects
back from the dead!
We wait for the train and talk about our lives.
Red asks me, "What will you do to survive?"
"To survive this world I'll work for myself."
Red giggles as if it was a silly thought.
Working for someone is not in my story's plot.
In silence I stand.
It's okay if some people don't understand.
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To be a Straw Hat
PoetryA young woman graduated from college and has no idea what to do with the rest of her life. No one will hire a nobody with no experience and a lot of time on their hands. Spiky (her nickname), tries to find her way in life while many odds are stacked...
