A story of sorts
BY DESTINY POND '24
I.
Girls are playing
games while the
boys are watching
beyblades.
It's an unforgettable
Feeling; the memory
looks brighter as you
age.
Rabbits hop from one to
Another; caged, yet so
free.
Go higher on the swings!
Wait outside in those mary janes!
Let the graphite finally talk.
How do you ever escape it?
The blankets are soft like fur,
So nice and warm.
Don't go.
Are you even prepared for the world?
Or are you going to be,
like everyone else,
A failed lab experiment?
II.
Feet lightly tap the melted
butter floor. The
pungent odor of the dead
rats engulf the house.
So cold, so
much like home?
Everything is screaming.
The sun is setting.
Why is all of it fading?
I just can’t stop crying.
The light blue sky’s remind me
Of New York,
Stuffy white apartments, boxes
of Popeyes leaking
grease, and MTV.
A place I want to call home.
The void is peaceful.
You can be hopeful! They are so joyful!
I’m regretting it all.
A stranger, an
Interloper, an intruder
took over
the old one. So now, I
ache for Connecticut
in 2006, where blue
skies and wired headphones
exist.
III.
The kids in uniforms walk under the graying sky, wearing ID cards around their necks.
Scan one, Scan two
Then there is you.
Shining a smile so bright that it could kill.
Welcome to the club!
Room number one is no fun!
Bleachers and a blue
floor. Too many
kids, not enough room.
Music, tears, and gas
leaks.
I hate room one.
Room number two is cool!
They don’t even exist!
Paints and fists decorate
the walls and
the floor. You observe
it all.
You like room two?
Room number three is futuristic!
Computers from the
2000s and starving children
It’s okay, I
guess. There’s one more room.
Room number four is hell.
Kids and slop plague
my nose. Go to the
front desk to call
Mom. Take me home.