Jane
Dirty window
Locked with bars.
Grey skies and
wet grounds.
Window foggy.
Splintered window seat.
Chipped white paint
Scritch scratch
Scritch
Fingers bleed.
Women in white rush to the window.
White towels wrapped a around tiny bone fingers.
Scritch scratch
Scritch
They can’t stop me.
Scritching scratching away
Hands wrap around knees.
Rocking, creaking.
There it is,
There’s that kite flying.
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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.