I recall
when you were loutish
in the school yard
and I was fair game-
light footed fairy
in search of darker corners,
a sun should never shine
at the shit end of any storm
or abandon fear until
he’s felt the blow of a fist.
I was light
and you miscreant monster
of middle school as those ever so
illustrious teachers took fag breaks
behind the bike sheds-
resolute to be as rebellious
as the boneheaded brats
who ran the school.


All words by Damien B. Donnelly

Inspired by a Twitter Poetry Prompt


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