Slimy bleachers and a cold breeze.
Black hair, pale skin, "Oh boy! She's Japanese!"
A sea of adolescence for a few sadists to drink.
More desire, more risk, just to taste one girls stink.
She's looking my way, I flutter my eyelids, "wink wink!"
Bleacher steps and bathroom doors.
Endless lust welling over like open sours.
1st stall, 2nd stall, 3rd stall, 4th!
"I hope she can see me stalking back and forth!"
Cold air, but colder steel. I've found her stall and I break the seal.
Incoherence and cacophony mate.
GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREEAAT!
She starts to leave, a full cup of self hate.
My visions filled with rusty taps and cracked mirrors,
As it blurs, I've got one face on my mind; hers.
My body expels itself and now I wait,
Slowly draining like an open gate,
"Ahh this must be fate."
Sharp images bored deep into her skull,
Rough cuts my knife was to dull.
A crimson tree blossoms with no regrets.
Repaid for your kindness.
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