Junior Year

As JK illustrated

the dementor kissed it out of me

numbness tingling clouding my mind

as I

walk to

class ice frigid.

Months and months the

weary weather weathering my wits.

Climate change,

knowledge of a bearable before,

The frozen hurricane stock still eye sucking my self out

Seen the Day After Tomorrow?

That day never comes,

Groundhog Day.

Never seen that one, but,

Nothing Changes.

An empty body struggles for stability

In ferocious winds.

Unseen bearable to the students surrounding

me.

Where wrong fork road took

rewritten rules

once taught my family’s warm Christmas Tree

bright lights paint taint

shimmery skin of highlighted treasures

This Moment’s a Gift

German, not English

Harsh inflection dictates this

Perfect Poison present

When one’s self is ripped from the body

To survive these presents.

Multiple presents per minute

(am I lucky?)

one after the

next after the

next after the…

Battle Continues. No soccer sweet peach slices

the refreshing Powerade.

To aid personal power

to push through fading time

So…

Could the school system save me?

Only by expulsion,

Social Worker works that out

learning lessons taken for granted

Too much sympathy softens the soul

Oops, Dementor stole that

Banished an abomination such as myself.

But then again… where am I?

Must’ve been poisoned by a present

Ha! Gift.