The Hallway
Torn pages lie on hardwood
in uneven pieces
Salty water streams from sad eyes
when no one is watching
Angry fists bruise small cheekbones
thin lips now shine swollen
Young ears staind black, hatred is born
from the evil down the hallway
Copyright © Mollyann Fontenot-White | Year Posted 2010
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