By Skyler Black, Junior, Writing & Linguistics
One
In the nose
Laughing dolls in line
Rigid shifting all together
Building nothing Destroying nothing
Days pass as the sun dips down Routine is over
Two
Out the mouth
Crimson glaze over eyes
Tongues make broken ships
Actions over glass Cracking with the clock
Tape up the hole left in the back Move forward
Three
In the nose
Bracing from shade
Crooked teeth whisper failure
Running seems inviting The urge to quit
Stand tall Head high Feet firm Voice loud Never stop
Four
Out the mouth
Kings and queens
False leads Buried truths
Walking on nails Tuck beliefs under sleeve
Don’t mold to the street Create trails in the sand
