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Sunlight once streaming through the ballerina pink
On the apricot blossoms
A vacant laugh plays distant in the background
Soggy grass pokes through small toes
Red freckled noses with burning rosey cheeks
Sweaty hands grasping dusty pale chalk and
Burlap rope swings propelling me into the raw stinging water
My senses suffocated by the harsh blaring music
Transported to another realm as my chapped lips mouth along
Large ripped shoes drag on the cold pavement,
As I attempt to beat the spotty rain clouds ahead
Sensitive, squinting eyes cloud my vision
Muting the flush pastel of the apricot blossoms
I rewind to wafting scents of sweet bug spray,
Young scorching eyes from greasy dripping sunscreen
Fragile splintered hands from the
Creaky swing sets swaying in the quiet wind
A small puddle seeps through faded canvas
As I know this is the last time I can wear these tattered shoes
A siren blasts my attentive ears
Blurs of TV static provide intermittent panic
The remote is briefly slapped distracting our wandering minds.
A repetitive beep more crucial than my need to drink and breath
I remain pushed down by my surroundings,
Time passes until i'm drowned all together
In that cold. Gloomy. Water.
