Tears slide down my face
As I trace...

Fragile do not break
Do not plunge with wooden stake...

She uses her gloves to cover them up;
The scars and the fresh cuts...

I look deep
down into the swells...

There they sat
Two chairs of faded blue...

The hours spent of boredom
Yellow pencils scrape the graphite letters on the...

Just another day
One of those ones that just hurt deep down...