an emotional diary of one very insignificant teenager in a big, blind world

Friday, 23 October 2015

Home Arrest

Door is shut.
Sentenced to home arrest.
Feet are pacing
Fingers tracing
The power's arabesque—

No school. They did it because they could.
Flexed their tiny muscles 'cause it felt so good.

In solitary.
Can only look at the sky.
I don't think
I've even blinked

my eyes.

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