Bruise
"Ring Ring Ring"
The bells sing
I strut out the door
And climb the steps to
The next floor
"Whoops!" I slip
And desperately try to grip
The railing
But I'm failing
And then I fall
I glance up at the hall
And hope that no one sees
The stinging giant bees
That are blue on my leg.
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