Combed grass and shattered leaves
Broken needles and cracking knees
Bundled in jackets and worn out sleaves
_My _world is a palace _I _cannot leave
Water sloshes _my _socks, it feels like honey
A thought caked in time and kind of funny
But the welts and spite threatens the chummy-
Ideations _I_ hide to keep food in _my _tummy
Discomfort is temporary and “they seem just fine”
Jumping and frolick...