there's silence between tests -
i may never use this, we think,
but at least, i can pass -
and usually dangerous, this quiet,
it seems to embrace us.
like waves rolling onto shore,
i hear keyboards.
and as a roar of wind in salty air,
my pencil scrapes the paper.
YOU ARE READING
the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
