two brown eyes shatter
with the pitch of singular voice carrying through plural ears. look down
and see ants hide under the blades of grass,
unknowingly acting out her feelings in these days of late.
thoughts are silent and words exit mouth unpolished, sharp and raw.
there is something dangerous about unknown,
so she takes advantage of logic and avoids sidewalk cracks.
she accepted the powers of permanence,
completing math problems in purple pen.
aaahhhh, the smell of knowledge pulls her
out of the shade her hair creates on the grass,
and she stands, and she walks, and she smiles, and she forgets.