Tarnished

School girl crushing hard candy in the hall
Smacking the sweets against cool concrete

Gibbering on about strangers she could meet.

                      No one hears this talk of imaginary friends
and in a way it ends being her fault
,she did not know how to play-

Purple lunch box with an absent lunch
Or well, cold soup( no money at home)

Do you know?

It was not as simple as I tend to say now.

Landing on different color states
Away from ones who ignore the blossoming devils
                      She fell into it under the play-set building castles out of sand

Sustenance is mental, today in the library, that is.

Perhaps real life hurt,
like words or hunger pains
but inside the walls of a land away from land,

                                 is escape

Like a tarnished penny I will wash away the layers of wall.

I am ready