By S. Dignum
Once upon a time,
There lived a girl.
A girl whose fire burned,
Invisible to the world.
It raged, blazed,
But no one heard.
She cried, hide,
Soared like a bird.
In the end The Prince didn’t save her.
Altered state poem:
School is the sound of rolling chrome-book carts,
And squeaky sneakers.
School is the sound of scraping chairs,
And the rustling of paper.
The stomp of snow-flecked boots,
And the clattering clicks of closing classroom doors.
The consistent clap of heels on tile
And the hushed voices of students.