STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 19

Thanks to Teg for the image

 

“Get him!”

[It] hurt[s]
Out
Arms
Bounc[ing]
Left, right,
One, two

Alone

The ground
Again and again

Cut off
I saw it
the open.
Far away,
A shield,
Too far away

Broke
Only broke.

 

The words that leapt out at me were the ones that painted a picture of a small boy on a playground being bullied, being beat, and zoning out in a fantasy of belonging...
The words that leapt out at me were the ones that painted a picture of a small boy on a playground being bullied, being beat, and zoning out in a fantasy of belonging…

Author: falselogic

Doesn’t mix well with polite company; his two favorite topics being politics and religion. Would rather be out cycling, swimming, running, or camping. Misspent his youth reading genre-fiction; today, he is making up for it by reading large quantities of non-fiction literature. The fact that truth, in every way, is more fascinating than fiction still tickles him.

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