cutting class

[Tragic Rabbit]

cutting class

by TR

lit cigarettes

cupped in hands grown large

five awkward bodies

crouching in grass

behind the gym

jean knees in dirt

all black shirts and boots

shoulders touch, eyes dart

seek enemy

teenage radar

you take a drag

then pass it along

in lifelike quiet

angry beyond words

there?s no language

random rebel

no cause and no clue

why hate?s so easy

stupid teachers

and boring girls

better than home

to sit in silence

sweeter than weed smoke

inhale and hold

onto this day

years will change you

dimming memories

stifling loves and aches

what draws you close

pulls you apart

moment captured

in kodak colors

forever sixteen

time on your side

nothing to lose

except your self

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