Courtney
Mumbling silence echoes through the hall.
Bleeding skin dripping across the floor.
Don’t touch the bottom.
Don’t do it or
They’ll get you like they got me.
Forcing food into mouths and
Water into hair.
Leave us alone.
We don’t want you here
Ladies in white and creatures stirring in the night.
They’re telling me to hurt you.
They’re telling me to hurt you.
I don’t want to hurt you.
I don’t want to listen,
But I am.
Hand touch and
Fingers tingle.
Kicking feet and shrieks only heard in the night.
Why did I listen
to the 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.
