Flies

Sat, 07/20/2013 - 18:12 -- pulo

The light scorches my face on a hot school day.  I shoo away flies as I rush the hallways.  Oh, but those flies never go away!  Pushing and shoving yelling stay, please stay!  Trapped with no way out.  Lips stay shut, mind begs to shout.  Silent here in my cocoon.  Sooner or later a butterfly will bloom.

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