My empty home
Carefully creeping
Beeps
Outsider
They don't know
Scurries
Like on the train tracks
Slick storm
Outside
Never mind anyway.
BY LUCY MEISSNER
Won't you come
Here
Bang Boom
Pow Crash
Words
It's the one you made
Built in the
Screech Bam
Crack
Say what you want
Will never catch me
BY LUCY MEISSNER
Beautiful!!! So mysterious and cool. You, my friend (and sister) are a natural.
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ReplyDeleteI love the cutting away that happens with both your last lines here, Lucy. And I love how you used the word scurries. Really nice work!
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