I am hidden under faint wood that’s been spun and flipped and teetered multiple my entity.
the humming of constant puberty
being rid of uninterrupted work alongside restless perspiration.
feet climbing tile squares
promising an end to all who live in despair, unwilling to advance.
Bum bum Bum bum Bum bum
a futile door
between us and it.
the barrel displaying
its power of dominance over everyone and everything its front.
sound I will very soon
forget like breath and rhythm me.
Bum bum... Bum bum... Bum bum…
shrieks and wails cascading
down the halls like an avalanche.
blood through and through
pages of my books I held every day.
a life amused by spring
now scattering in directions unknown.
bum bum… bum bum…… bum………