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Three little girls
Sit on the playground,
Playing those games
That children play.
Two of them are kind,
Peaceful little things.
And one of them is loud,
A buzzy queen bee.
She tells them what to do,
What games to play,
She makes the rules because
She has the nicest backpack,
And her mother curls her hair.
Also, teacher likes her best.
The quietest of the girls
Just nods,
Her face is calm,
She is thinking
About important things,
Why is and how does,
All those thoughts.
Not about dumb things,
Reenacting faerie tales
Where she can never be
Queen.
The other just smiles.
She always smiles,
Sometimes her face
Pinches and hurts.
But she smiles because
Her daddy went away
To live with Uncle and his family,
To take happy pills.
He's getting better,
Maybe he'll stop being sad
If she smiles hard enough.
The loudest girl,
Who is the queen,
Again,
Demands that they make her
A flower crown.
And her servants look to each other,
Pretending to nod seriously,
But they flash eye-smiles
And then hide them behind
Blinking lids.
Nod and smile.
The queen buzzes away,
And her workers go to the field.
Sit on the playground,
Playing those games
That children play.
Two of them are kind,
Peaceful little things.
And one of them is loud,
A buzzy queen bee.
She tells them what to do,
What games to play,
She makes the rules because
She has the nicest backpack,
And her mother curls her hair.
Also, teacher likes her best.
The quietest of the girls
Just nods,
Her face is calm,
She is thinking
About important things,
Why is and how does,
All those thoughts.
Not about dumb things,
Reenacting faerie tales
Where she can never be
Queen.
The other just smiles.
She always smiles,
Sometimes her face
Pinches and hurts.
But she smiles because
Her daddy went away
To live with Uncle and his family,
To take happy pills.
He's getting better,
Maybe he'll stop being sad
If she smiles hard enough.
The loudest girl,
Who is the queen,
Again,
Demands that they make her
A flower crown.
And her servants look to each other,
Pretending to nod seriously,
But they flash eye-smiles
And then hide them behind
Blinking lids.
Nod and smile.
The queen buzzes away,
And her workers go to the field.
Literature
Turn my words against me.
I want my words to take
root in your stomach and grow
up your esophagus, the calyx
of your tongue brushing the edge
of your teeth until the words blossom
from your lips in a slow
explosion of elegance, jawline
trickled with nectar, charming
hummingbirds and honeybees
with the promise of butterfly kisses.
Literature
this is our enlightenment
all articulate ribs &
bone-yellow fingernails,
he says, "xanax-eyed girl,
don't you fall in love with
suffering." gums bleeding
ink that settles cavity-black
on the backs of his teeth,
he says he'll cut out his
tongue & bite bullets just to
wake half-dead in the morning.
he tells you, "this is the way
that writers become saviors."
this is sacrifice, he says,
but this is how we thrive.
Literature
Kintsukuroi: A Rensaku
In my rested palms
and your shoulder-neck's hollow,
in these expanses
did
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This is the purple group, they aren't really a family as they are all children from different households. It can be assumed that I, the quietest girl might live with the Green or the Blue family, and V, who is the daughter of the Uncle mentioned in "Red", might be staying with them as well.
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These...are beyond fascinating. I can't even describe it...colors and just...wow. I have no words. These are amazing.