The Last Memory
Silly putty emotions
Modeled with every
Drama on TV.
So shallow.
Happy agony
Not even scraping
The surface.
Pretending,
Like a kindergarten
Block stacking,
It all falls down.
Remember
That year
When you were 6,
And your second grade
Bravery was
All you had to hold?
When your pain
In hell,
In the bathtub
Of all sorts,
Molested your face
And pictures were
Taken, because it's
Love?
Grinding on the kite
You are flying high...
Cause the face hurts too much.
Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2021
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