SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

I’d Rather Freeze

That kid on the playground that tells you
as it is
is the one you bust in the mouth,
rather than accept.
And while you’re making one more enemy
one more enemy
one more enemy
to your list,
you could just stop and join (us) on the swings
in your playground.
Enjoy the sun going down then —
the cold walk home,
when you could have been sharing experience.
You dawdle home late.
Dad is waiting with a belt
at your gate.
Those kids don’t know why you hate,
return to school
in an eternal daze —
a child who could not relate.
And the first kid to step up to you
can swallow
a fistful of clenched sand,
as you negotiate
as you navigate
as you retaliate.

The swings are where I isolate,
long after the bell rings,
because I’d rather freeze in the dark, alone
than go home.

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