I rock my body

Back and forth

Back and forth

Arms around my knees

Slowly swaying

Realizing this is only a taste

Only a breath

Only a thought

Of what true rejection is

Cold hands slide up my back

I turn

No one

The picture hangs

A family

A portrait


Another picture

This one drawn

With graphite



Thoughts provocative

The rejected one

Tears form my eyes

Bucketed hands catching the fallen ones

Mouth waters

Pain thickens

Why am I different?