"He leaned back in his seat, crossing his ankles.
The stage flooded in light, and a whisper ran
through the crowd.
A girl danced onto the stage, her hands intertwined above her
head. Her legs moved like the wind, soft and smooth. He held his
breath in awe, watching her. She wore an orange dress, the color
of autumn, and her face was that of a stone-figure. The music
that wrapped around her tiny body was elegant, and got louder. He
leaned forward now, uncrossing his ankles and studying her"
"this is a poem about the cruelty of school-kids in a playground."
"You should know that this is not a love story. It's a death story. There are monsters all around us. We are never safe."
"A little poem story I am crafting. I try to get a point of view on everything can cause a person to have these thoughts. (Most I have experienced, and others I have heard from friends or family members)."