deserves a proper mention.
Never minds are forever trapped
kids, their hearts ensnared within detention
their tears just force themselves to hide.
content on finger,
complacent for a home in which they lay;
cries turn icy in December,
evicted from the home in which they
Purple lungs are sick from surplus breathing,
laughs and surreal hanging limbs,
refusal to think within a
and memories reside within their sins
Lies and life: a
possession that they own;
the kids of whom are stranded all alone.