Monday, May 4, 2015

It's those thoughts churned out in May,

it's that thing you want to do all day,

we must have forgotten,

that they had monuments raised to peel back the layers of their delicate pride,

but we will never forget,

about those girls who had us so enamored that weekend,

the violence interwoven with their dreams made sense now,

that weekend was dark but not silent,

the kids all shape-shifted past the swings and into oblivion.