he clips your wings and tells you to fly,
face flushing to the beat of your feet
on the pavement, two steps ahead.
the crows laugh.
(sagittarius smiles)
his hands strangle your wrist and you are drowning
at four foot zero, head
under the water of the bus ride home,
sinking down in the dark blue plastic
of the window seat, anchored
by the heavy weight of him, beside you.
(sagittarius blames)
he twists at your skin and taunts-
short brown hair, ruffled
in the breeze from the window;
pretty brown eyes, crinkling
at the corners of his grin; straight white
teeth, exposed like the highway markers back home,
holding your
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i wind down, surrounded by thoughts
and hot air, thick with
the ticking of the clock,
the hum of the vents,
the chirp of the crickets,
my sighs.
upright in bed,
alone with the ache of my spine
and the red heat of my hips,
i feel the cold white glow of the moon
spreading across my back
from behind the pines in the yard.
the phantom pains seep into my left wrist,
a diluted pink of the bright red memory you left.
i stand,
limp to the kitchen,
and lean into the counter to grab a glass.
i start the faucet.
we are kids again,
nine years old.
the sun warms my face through the bus window.
as we near my stop, i get up to leave.
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