#the second adventure

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Her Poem.

Your eyes

Are the wings if we were birds.

So they are important.

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Pure Malevolence

The kid has big teeth in a big mouth.

He grits them, head turned up

staring down.

The kid stares down too long.

I think his eyes are igniting flames on my clothes.

The kid is scary. He's big.

I don't want him on my team anymore.

The kid's mouth turns wide into a smile

and his nose crinkles up

as he snickers, walking away.

But the kid's ghost

stares down at me

...to this day.

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Amplifier

The screams tremble my gut

and make me throw up

feces on the cream tile.

I feel tears swell from under my eyes

but I don't want to be away from my mother.

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I Play With Knives

I play with knives,

that's why they're on my floor,

gleaming in the closet's shadows.

I play with knives,

that's why my wrists and hands have cuts that zigzag,

and my shirts are darkened, stained pink, purple, and red.

I play with knives,

so don't use your fists for a knife fight,

don't grab me, bring me close,

because you might regret your choices.

I play with knives.

I never play with lives.

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The End

In the end

The end will stay where it is

And you can go forward or backwards once you reach it

You can play the other characters

In the end.

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The Giant

Great giant feet

press into mud.

The hairs drip and droop with mud!

The giant smiles:

all his teeth are far apart!

The giant's eyes are a little crusty

in the corners that point to the bridge of the nose.

His skin is roughened, brittle calluses on almost everything!

He speaks:

I WANT YOU TO HELP ME WASH! HAHA! JUST JOKING! RUN ALONG!

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Valves

I would journey to the deepest part of you

if the hole in your chest could unravel and

reap your lover's being;

take me within your brightest novas,

always in your glance

pull your lover further

into those brilliant nights

over wet grasses, fingers warmer with

what flows through you.

My lover is your heart;

here, now, holding close your waist

my ears touch its echoes;

you speak, your bones shudder

and here, swelling on the corner

of every sidewalk

what flowed through you takes me.