4th Grade

She lay on her back

Her jacket was too big


Fresh dying leaves on top

Rotten dying leaves on bottom


The coming frost bit the end of her nose

Her hair tickled her neck

The zipper grazed her ear lobe


The branches croaked over head

Under the sway of spared trees


No one liked her

And she would never know why.



Hour 5 Prompt 5

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